He has a truck. He has a lot of tools. When he goes from one job site to another, he has to take several trips to move his tools around. So, we finally broke down and bought a trailer. This means, I, the financial person, finally said ok.
We bought it from a friend of a friend that lived 7 hours away. Our friend picked it up for us a few weeks ago. We had a bill of sale and the title and just needed to get tags and insurance.
This morning, Jason and the kids left around 7:40. I remember Omar going crazy around 8:30. I even remember thinking, "he seems especially crazy today", but I didn't bother to look outside or check to see why he was barking. He is Omar. He is a little unstable. When I put some garbage out at 9:00, the trailer was gone.
I texted Jason, "Did you come by?"
"You didn't come by and get the trailer?" (it is not so unusual for him to swing by)
Forget the texts, I called, "Honey, the trailer is gone...."
Well, I know his heart sank, mine sank and I was stinkin' (not really the word I want to put here) mad. Why didn't I look out the window when the dog was going crazy? Why would anyone back up their vehicle (tracks in our grass) and steal a trailer in broad daylight, when I was home?!?!
Mad doesn't even cover what I was this morning. I called the police. They came by and I filed a report. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't work. I put something on Facebook, had about twenty friends re-post my post. Not much else to do. It wasn't even an hour when my county and the next had been notified, plus hundreds of people via Facebook. But I know, not much hope of ever seeing the trailer again.
It isn't paid for. It wasn't insured yet. But thankfully it didn't have any tools in it. And, in hindsight, thankfully, I didn't put the garbage out while they were here - who knows what would have happened? They were crazy enough to take something that big in broad daylight, who knows what else they'd be crazy enough to do?
So, for a brief moment, Jason had his dream of having a trailer. But, for some reason, that was not necessary right now in the Lord's eyes. I'm still praying for a miracle and that it possibly will be found. And Jason did pray at dinner tonight for justice to be served for thieves. :)
But, my initial response, honestly, wasn't revenge, just sadness for Jason. Frustration for the head of the house that has so much stress on him. And my other response was pure anger. I kept telling myself, forget work and go get your prayer journal, but I didn't. I did pray, but I was fighting the urge to really meditate to calm myself.
I am still mad, but I have cooled down some. So sad for Jason. Proud of Omar for trying to tell me something, even if I wasn't listening. And, maybe feeling a little more cautious about our neighborhood....
(apparently another trailer was stolen in the neighborhood a few nights ago - and it was full of lawn equipment)
And, did I mention I was mad?