The Day Our Wheels Were Stolen
Thankfully, this neighbor, who we don't know well but should receive an award for telling us, was walking his dog after being at work all night. He noticed that our car looked different. At first, he thought we might have a flat tire. Then he realized all four of our wheels (tires and rims) were gone. The car was and remains sitting on four bricks.
By 6 am, the girls were up, dressed, and we were speaking with the police who had arrived to create an incident report. The wheels are likely long gone and the thieves are probably driving around looking for tonight's car of choice. Meanwhile, our insurance is filing paperwork and we're slightly inconvenienced for a week and praying we don't have residual issues.
My real prayer is that whoever is culpable will have unshakeable remorse. That their hearts and minds won't be able to get past this deed. Not because it was their first, because it wasn't. But because there is more at stake for them than stealing wheels. One day, I hope to hear testimony that it was after stealing a set of tires that God spoke and changed them from the inside out.