Back to basics!

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So, a few days after I did my fashion post, my car got broken into and sadly, my Steve Madden heels were stolen, along with many other personal items. I have been the victim of car theft three times now, and each time, the feeling gets worse. This time, they attempted to steal my car too and in the process, messed it up. My car is now at an assessment centre before it gets fixed. This saddens me, but it angers me even more.
It makes me so angry that people can just take things that you work so hard for. They have no regard for your personal space. They do not care about your property or what it took for you to obtain all those items. Sometimes yes, poverty could be a possible explanation, but I also believe that it is selfish to take what belongs to others, especially if they work hard for it. Stealing is not always the only option.
So the day after the incident happened, I was running around trying to sort things out at the police station and with my insurance company. It was an incredibly long and emotionally draining day, but I managed to do what I had to, receive a rental car and return to Bloemfontein (I was in Johannesburg when everything happened). So when I finally got into bed after 10 pm that evening, I had a chance to think about everything. Yes, I was sad. Yes, I was angry too. But above everything else, I was grateful. I was grateful to God that once again, He protected me. He made sure that no harm came my way. And He made sure that I returned home safely to be with my family again. I could mope about my stolen belongings for days on end, but it wouldn’t do me any good. It would be futile. I thanked God for the gift of Life, as I so often do, but this time, it just meant something more to me. Once again, He came through for me. I could never repay Him for all He had done for me, but I can speak of His wonders.
And so today, all I want to do is say thank you. Thank you to my Saviour for always protecting me, keeping me safe from harm. I may not be worthy, but He still loves me.
Material things come and go. They can be replaced. Better ones can be bought. But those things will all remain behind when we are no longer on Earth. We attach too much value to these items, when the value of our relationship with God and our loved ones are neglected.
What I’m trying to say is this: Let us get back to basics. Let us remember what is important. In that moment when my valuables were stolen, yes I was sad, but what I needed most was my loved ones and they were more than 3 hours away from me. What I needed most was to see them and know they are there for me. The phone calls I received from them were just not the same. I needed them. And in that moment, I realized that what matters most in life are not all these fancy things we buy. What matters most are the human relations we have. Relations with our parents, siblings, lovers, friends. That is what matters the most, and that is what we so often neglect.
Let us get back to the basics and remember what matters most.
Start today.

Take Care

Miss Stone

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