Over the past few weeks, unbenounced to me, my identity was being stolen.
I won’t bore you with the rigorous details of hours at the bank, on the phone with security people, researching shredders / locking mailboxes / and identity theft insurance. But I’m digging to find the reasons behind this mess. I fully believe God doesn’t allow ANYthing into our life without a lesson hidden somewhere within it. Perhaps I need to pay more attention to my finances. Perhaps I need to remember to lock my doors and not leave mail in my mailbox overnight. Perhaps I need to remember how important everyONE in my life is… and not everyTHING or everyDOLLAR.
I don’t have any wonderful answers or life lessons yet to share from all of this. In fact, I’m still just pretty darn annoyed that it’s happening. But I’m thankful for a bank that is 100% dedicated to FIXING this problem. I’m thankful for my family and my husband and my son and the THINGS that really matter. I’m grateful this madness didn’t spread farther than just a few accounts. I’m grateful that it’s fixable. I’m grateful that I have the time to dedicate to fixing it. I’m grateful that God is bigger than thieves and deceit and my anger.
I’m grateful I had money in that account to be stolen. I’m grateful that even if I got none of it back, I still have all I need.
Perhaps I do have a life lesson to share here. : )