SO…Most of you know that I’ve not been on Facebook for almost 3 weeks now. I’ve been on Instagram, but sparingly — if you want to know why please see my last post. I have found myself less anxious and less connected to my phone since being off Facebook, it’s been really really freeing and when I decide to come back, in a week or so, I will continue to keep the app off my phone.
ANYWAY, this post isn’t about that, this post is about the absolutely crazy weekend I just had.
The 24th of June (this past Saturday) I had planned on spending the day in Columbia at the final workshop of 3 that I’ve been attending this year. These workshops are focused around the practice of Rising Strong working through Bréne Brown’s work. It is really deep, hard, thorough, and spiritual work designed to guide us through a ‘fall’ or failure and teach us how to rise strong from that. In previous workshops we have addressed those failures and the stories we tell ourselves when we’re in the heat of those times. We have talked about how we handle tough emotions and how to recognize when we are offloading hurt on other people, even when we don’t realize we are. We’ve talked about how when we’re in a situation of fall or failure we often make up a story in our brain and confabulate the specifics of the actual event. We’ve talked about how to handle shame and guilt. Most recently we talked about trust and how to build trusting relationships, by braving. It is really good work for clergy, and well, really all people to do. I have really enjoyed these workshops and have learned a lot about myself and how I handle things. I am working on how to translate all of this information into a way to bring this work to my local congregation, it’s coming soon, but for now it’s a work in progress. If you haven’t read any of Bréne Brown’s work I highly encourage it.
SO, last Saturday in regards to the workshop was wonderful. It’s the events that occurred friday night or early Saturday morning that made this weekend absolutely crazy.
I drove to Columbia Friday evening and stayed the night with my friend, colleague, and mentor. She has two boys around Nate’s age and we all sat and watched the Lego Batman movie Friday night it’s hilarious and the boys had a great time together.
Sometime Friday night or early Saturday morning my car was stolen from the front of her house.
Yes. You read that correctly. My car was stolen from a nice neighborhood in Columbia MO. When I first went to get in my car Saturday morning and realized it was gone I thought I had parked illegally and that it had been towed. Unfortunately this was not the case. I contacted the Columbia Police department, they were really professional and polite, I made the call to the non-emergency line and an officer contacted me within 5 minutes to make the official report. They searched the tow database and nothing was found describing my car.
I was shocked. I am shocked. It’s just a car, and the stuff inside it is just stuff, but it’s my car and my stuff and I kinda like my stuff and my car, and it’s just wrong. I’ve always thought when I heard of someone else’s car got stolen that it would never happen to me, and that if it were to happen to me I wouldn’t really be too torn up about it. Now it has happened to me and it’s hard to put into words when all of a sudden something that I depend on so much is gone, instantly. Crazy, is the word that I keep using to describe the whole event… Crazy, crazy craziness!
Thankfully I have full coverage and the theft is covered by my auto-insurance. It’s a long tedious process that I’m in the thick of right now, but eventually I will get paid for the value and contents of the car and purchase another car. I am happy that I chose to keep full coverage even after I paid off the car and am happy with my insurance company they’ve been empathetic and have answered all my questions, I think I’ll continue to be their customer for the foreseeable future (Farm Bureau).
As a single mom who lives pay-check to pay check when you’re car is stolen or it needs worked on, your life gets instantly insane. The state of Missouri is a state that highly depends on cars to get from place to place. I wish we had much better public transportation. I don’t have a spouse with a spare vehicle, I’m not made of money nor have much saved and can’t just go buy a new car, or rent one. I won’t even go into all of the horrible details about the super-high-intrest loan that I had to get to purchase this car, and I was SO proud of myself that I paid off just last year. My most sincerest prayer right now is that I do not have to get another loan when all of this shakes out. So If you’re a praying person, please join me in this prayer.
I am VERY grateful, no, I am beyond very grateful, there aren’t words to describe how grateful I am, for my friend who loaned me her car so we could return to Smithville Saturday. The hard part about borrowing her car is that I have no way of paying her back, and I know I’ve made her life more difficult this week. It is SO hard to ask for help, especially as a single-mom who is used to handling her stuff all by herself. I needed help, she stepped up I didn’t even have to ask. It brings tears to my eyes just typing it. So I’ve got this rolling around in my brain/heart. I don’t know how I will pay her back, she will insist that I don’t. I have had many mentors over the years who have in one way or another gone above and beyond. One day I will be like them and be able to bless my mentee’s abundantly like so many have blessed me.
The thing that still gets me about my car, is the contents. My Son had all of his 3d-DS games in there as well as the birthday gift for his best friend that he was supposed to go to his party Saturday that never happened, he’s still sad about this. As a mom it is SO hard to see your kids hurt for a mistake you made. I promised him we will make a special visit sometime in the future. Any mom who has a kid that loves video games knows how much they cost, this was probably the most expensive of the contents that we’ve lost (16 games at about $40 per game).
I had several random things left in the car, including a TARDIS Quilt that I had JUST purchased and picked up at the post office; yes it’s just a quilt, but it’s beautiful and I got it for cheap (it was 1/2 of the price shown on this link–that’s how I rationalized the purchase). My favorite bright yellow/green water bottle was in the car, my KC Royals hoodie, and some pottery, (a bowl and plate that matches my communion set) purchased at Silver Dollar City was in the trunk. These among several other little things I have to replace is what makes this so hard.
No, I don’t know how it happened or who did it, yes it was locked, and yes the windows were cracked. So whoever took it was able to unlock the doors through the cracked window. I have to deal with the mistake and guilt of leaving my widows cracked something I always do in the summer but you’d better believe I won’t be doing again. I have to deal with this feeling of being violated and not having control over the situation. I have to deal with all the paperwork and replacement of contents. Honestly I’m still hoping to get a call from the Columbia Police department that they’ve found my car with all the contents safe. This is far-fetched I know, but I’ve always been one to hope.
Nate and I are blessed to be safe, and to have such amazing friends and family. The insurance agent has set us up with a rental car and I hope by this time next week I will have purchased a new-to-me car.
I am not mad or angry maybe that will come later, I am more sad that it’s gone and frustrated at the process. I have prayed a lot, and I know some of you are praying for me too. I trust that through God everything will work out just fine.
If you’ve had your car stolen or something similar happen to you, I can now empathize with you. I honestly hope it doesn’t happen to anyone.
So that’s what my crazy weekend was. I have about 4 days of vacation left. Lot’s of boxes left to unpack, I unpacked my room today. Tomorrow I will tackle the living room.
I also have a ton of awesome pictures from my time with family, silver dollar city, and just random things that I will share in another post. For now it is bed time for my little guy, so I will say goodnight.
Thanks for reading, my next post will be a happier, I promise.
~Rev. Single Mom
PS: I just couldn’t wait, this is a picture from my grandpa’s 90th birthday celebration of my parents with all their grands kids and a picture of me and Nate….