Why?

Why do things happen to us, bad things, frustrating things? That is the million dollar question.  God knows.  I know He does.  I trust He is in control and allows certain things to happen to us.  Whether it is to make us stronger or get us out of a lethargy we are stuck in or maybe it's for someone else. It has purpose and meaning.  I know it does. 

Having said that, Tom and I got robbed the other day.  I never thought it would happen to us.  I suppose everyone says that.  I guess I was a bit naive to think it wouldn't happen to me.  Nothing was broken or damaged, so I guess you could say that he was a very neat thief.  I hardly knew we were robbed until I noticed our computer was gone.  I think the minute I came in the front door I knew in my spirit something wasn't right but I believe denial was in my heart.  You know, the "if I don't think it or say it, it isn't true or hasn't happened."  But it was true and as little as I thought that I had in the way of jewelry and other things, it hurt to know that it was gone and I know I will probably never see my mom's mothers ring again or any of my other pieces of jewelry from my family or my trips abroad. It also bugged me that people were walking around my house and looking in my drawers etc without being invited. 
I am however thankful it wasn't worse.  I am thankful I didn't have to replace a door or window since Tom had just left to go out of town and he is my rock when we go through trials.
I pretty much was an emotional wreck that night.  I was very frustrated because I had felt led to give the day to God with fasting and was going to have a wonderful prayer time that afternoon and evening but now all I could do was feel violated, mad and a bit unsure of my safety at home.  At a certain breaking point I decided I was not going to let the devil win this.  I decided to have my prayer time anyway. Well, the peace that immediately came upon me was so opposite of the oppression I had felt most of the afternoon in dealing with everything. I knew God met me there and covered me with joy.  I believe my family was praying for me and that my prayers made a difference that night.  I felt free instead of victimized.
Again, I don't know why.  I believe so much of what we got through is spiritual warfare we have no idea is happening behind what we see.  Regardless, God is always with us in every situation and circumstance and nothing that happens to us is outside of His control.  And since He loves us it's all good. (But I would really like my moms ring back)