While reuniting with my father after 15 years apart, his home was broken into and my computer was stolen. To steal a writer's computer is to take a bit of her heart, I find.
Of course the online backup was just beginning and the theft occurred before the full download. *sigh* I've lost photos aside from those I uploaded to Facebook. I'm thankful to have them!
Now I'm remembering more fully what I have lost. I'll need to input all those receipts for taxes again. I'll need to scan all my board book submissions. And it goes on.
I'm also thankful we didn't walk in on the armed gunmen. Only fifteen minutes separated us.
It was my Sunday School class of five year olds who asked to pray for the "Bad Men" to have clean hearts and be sorry for what they have done. I love my class. They remind me of what is important. That they do.