Everything is vanity

I had a rough day yesterday.  After leaving home at 9 am to take Baby Peanut to my mother's place,  I had breakfast with her and then went back home to do homework.  When I parked outside the fence was open and the front door was wide open as well.  No signs of the dogs.

In less than an hour the people who broke into our home stole our TV,  the game boy and some games,  my engagement ring and a few hunting rifles.  They stole our calm and safety.  They were considerate enough to trap our dogs inside a bedroom so they wouldn't run away.

I am thankful that it was just things.  Thankful for my dogs' safety.  Thankful I wasn't home,  and that I didn't return while they were still there.  I'm so thankful that we were spared all the worst things that could have happened.

I am surprised I managed to field the whole thing while staying mostly composed.  I was an adult!  I think!  I did call my mom right after the cops,  to ask her to go search for the dogs around the neighborhood,  before I found them in the bedroom.  I called Cookie,  and my father in law (because the rifles,  I had no idea of what we had).  But...  It was weird,  after so many small things have sent me into anxiety attacks and awful episodes,  that this was..  Manageable.

Tomorrow we'll get an alarm system installed.  I don't think there is anything that you can do when people want to harm you.  But I also saw a lot of good people that were willing to help.

Yesterday's reading was from Eclessiastes.  It made me feel better.

All rivers go to the sea,
Yet never does the sea become full.
To the place where they go,
The rivers keep on going.

Nothing we do or experience is permanent.  All things keep on changing and still,  staying the same. Our tribulations are so small for God and the universe.  Our lives are so short.  We better enjoy what matters,  because it will be here for only a second.