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Thankful for God’s protection!!

Two day ago I took Samuel to the grocery store for a big shopping trip. He was really good for me, but walking around Winco for an hour, even if Samuel is an angel, is so hard on my body. My knees been bothering me lately and by the time we were done I had about 15 bags full of groceries. We drove home and chatted and when we got home, I sat in my drive way giving myself a pep talk. That’s a whole lot of groceries for me to carry in by myself (and before you start to wonder “why didn’t Mike go shopping with her or for her?”, he offered to go with me on Sunday, but I wanted us to stay home and spend quality family time together without me having to be distracted by grocery shopping). As I sat in my car, the music was on and Samuel was content and I was browsing Facebook, out of the corner of my eye I saw a man approach my car. He look a little “off” so I cracked my window about an inch and he asked me if I had any money so he could get something to eat. I told him that I didn’t and that I spend it all on the groceries I just bought. As he wandered down my street, I thought it was really bizarre that he was asking for money in my neighborhood. When he was a couple houses away, I jumped out of the car, got Samuel out and told him to walk quickly to the house. I grabbed a couple bags of groceries that I had to fit in the back seat. We got into the house and I started a show for Samuel, got him a snack and told him to stay in the house. I walked back out to my car to grab more bags and the guy was standing right by my car! He asked me again if I had any money and I told him I didn’t. He just stood there. I didn’t think he was going to leave so I offered him a cup of water. I told him I would be right back. I grabbed more bags and ran to the house. I locked Samuel in the kitchen with the baby gate and asked him to put the veggies in the fridge. I got the guy some water and when I opened my door he was sitting on my porch bench! I cracked my security door and handed him the water, thinking he would leave. He asked me if I had anything sweet to eat. I told him we don’t really have sweets, but I would look for something. I seriously just wanted him to go away, but didn’t think he would unless I appeased him. I came back with an orange and a fruit roll up. He was upset I didn’t have a granola bar. I pretty much threw the food at him, locked the security door, front door and dead bolt and turned my alarm on. All the while Samuel is standing at the baby gate saying, “Mama, what that man doin’ by our door?” I told Samuel the man was hungry and thirsty and that he was leaving. Well…he didn’t leave! He sat on our porch for a good 5 minutes, at the orange and fruit roll and left the peel and trash on my bench. He knocked on my door and I didn’t answer it. 

As soon as he was gone I called Mike and told him what happened. He told me to call 911 so I did and gave them a full description of the guy. I was thoroughly freaked out, but I still had cold groceries in the car! I sneaked out one last time and grabbed all the groceries left in one fell swoop and ran back into the house. This was at around 2 in the afternoon. I didn’t really feel scared until a little later when I put Samuel down for his quiet time and I was able to process what happened. I didn’t want Samuel to be afraid so I just put on a brave face until I put him into his room about and hour later. I kept peeking out my windows expecting to see him there again. Not a good feeling. I went to my mom’s house after Samuel’s quiet time because I didn’t want to be home alone and Mike wasn’t due home until about 8:30 pm. I got home from my mom’s at about 8:00 pm so I could get Samuel settled down and ready for a bed time story when Mike got home. I had my purse, Samuel’s back pack, some toys Samuel brought over to show Callie and I had to carry Samuel since he left his shoes at my moms. I got out of the car and as I was unbuckling Samuel , a guy rode by on a bike and I jumped and my heart raced, so I grabbed out stuff and ran to the house, locked up, armed the house and waited for Mike to get home.

 

I woke up yesterday still feeling uneasy and kept peeking out my windows all morning. I’m not a scared person, so that was very uncharacteristic of me. I got Samuel and me ready for the gym and headed to my car, being very cautious of my surroundings, Samuel stopped to chat with out neighbor across the street and when I opened my passenger side door I looked down and the contents of my glove box were all over my front seat. The hair on my neck stood up and I felt even more scared. I didn’t see anything missing but Samuel’s expired epipen I had in the glove box. The change was still in the center console and my handicap placard was still on the seat. I must have forgotten to lock my car as I was running to the house the night before. I got Samuel back into the house and called the police again. Two days in a row! Mike says i’m a regular now. 

 

The police officer came and took my statement and I told him about the day before. He said he was working in my area and would drive around throughout the day. I was so freaked out that I left my house and spend the day at my sister’s house. I felt so violated. Even though they didn’t take anything of value (they were probably very disappointed with the abundance of toys, kid clothes, half eaten bowl of teddy grahams and pretzels), it make my skin crawl thinking that someone was in my car rifling through my stuff. I drove home from my sister’s at about 5:00 pm so I could have dinner ready when Mike got home. As I walked up to my door, I noticed my box of tax receipts sitting on my porch. I thought we had left it at my in-laws’ house and thought maybe she had dropped it by, although I did think it was weird that she would leave it on the porch in plane sight. As I walked closer to my door I noticed a note sticking out from under the box. It read:

” Dear Neighbors, 

This box and its contents were on our walkway this morning at (their address) up the street. Just returning it because I wasn’t sure if it was important or not.

 

-Stephanie and Joel”

 

Again my skin started to crawl! The thief had taken more than I had thought! Inside the box were all of our medical co-pay receipts, some cds, my car manual and our registration bill. That must have been how they knew it was ours; that had our address on it. I spend the evening feeling even more violated, and because I was edge and in pain, things just went from bad to worse. Samuel must have sensed my anxiety because he was so naughty and defiant, throwing tantrums and screaming at me, resulting in lots of time outs. Samuel, deciding not to listen when I asked him to put his smoothie pop in the sink when he was done,  dripped smoothie pop juice all over the kitchen and living room. I had to crawl around on my hands and knees feeling for the small drops of juice. Mike called me outside to look at something and I stepped in dog poop with my flip flops on and got poop all over my foot, I tripped over a toy as I was favoring my bad knee and caught my baby toe, then as we were putting Samuel to bed, I noticed in his anger during one of his time outs, he has ripped up a brand new book we had just bought him. That was the final straw. I left Samuel’s room crying uncontrollably and laid on my bed until Mike finished bed time. That was when I sent out an SOS on Facebook asking for prayer. The crying went on as I iced my incredibly painful and swollen knee. My sweet husband made me strawberry shortcake before he worked out and I sat on the couch eating it and weeping. By the time I actually went to bed I was out of tears and had one heck of a head ache. 

 

This morning I woke up feeling a little less anxious, but my knee was still killing me, so I skipped the gym again. Samuel was so good for me today. I was just able to enjoy him! We worked on numbers and letters and chatted all day. It was so wonderful! I am so thankful for God’s protection. Mike is going to get me some pepper spray to keep with me just in case something like that happens again and I feel like I need to get away. I think that will give me some peace of mind. I still find myself jumping at noises that don’t usually make me jump and I get goose bumps when I think of what could have happened. I’m going to bed tonight in a much better place, feeling peaceful and safe as I listen to my buff hubby working out in the living room. 🙂