My Life? or His?

"Majesty, Majesty
Your grace has found me just as I am
Empty-handed, but alive in Your hand."

Last night was Milligan fall formal...YAY! Brett and I + 2 other girls got all dressed up and made our way over to one of the most expensive hotels in the area. So there we all are, amidst 75 or so other shnazzy students, dancing our little heart away. The Macarena starts playing--obviously this requires a couple pictures. I walk back to the back of the ballroom --which also happens to be the entrance to the room--to retrieve my camera from my purse. As I approach the table and scan for my purse, two girls quickly come to me, "Are you looking for something that was on this table?!" I told them yes, that my purse was there. "Well someone just took something off this table and ran outside."

Three young adults had been walking in and out of the room, clearly not dressed for a dance and were definitely not Milligan students. The chaperones/doorkeepers asked them for I.D. and they left...but not until one of them had time to take a "party favor" with him as he walked out the door. One of the chaperones (also a Milligan professor) saw the guy pick something up and walk out. She followed him, said something to him and then he bolted in a running frenzy out the door. Five minutes later, I came to the scene. The ONE hotel employee on duty that night was already on the case, trying to figure things out. Person A is the one who actually took my purse. Persons B & C were boyfriend/girlfriend and B actually works at the hotel but was off-duty. They all three conveniently disappeared to nowhere.

I called the police to come to the scene. When he arrived, I started doing my reporting of what was all in my purse: debit cards, 2 cell phones, 2 sets of keys, digital camera; some mascara, hand sanitizer, batteries, extra-strength tylenol, baby pinecones I had picked up the other day because they were really cute, among other things. Before the policeman arrived, I had already called the banks to lock my cards. However, the guy decided to go the gas station first. As I was talking to the policeman in the lobby, four bright white strobe lights begin flashing throughout the hotel: fire alarm. The front desk has no control and are rushing around dealing with burglary, newly arrived guests, and now a fire. The professors from the dance start ushering people out into the lobby and towards the door. Meanwhile, the fire engine rolls up and 4 or 5 firemen in full garb walk into the lobby. Simultaneously, the lone desk clerk realizes that "fire" is actually the smoke from the smoke machines out on the dance floor. At this time, my policeman looks at me and says, "I feel like I'm on the Titantic." It was a crazy scene!! After the uproar died down, Persons B & C returned to the hotel to talk to the police, claiming not have any connection whatsoever with Person A. But one of the doorkeepers saw all three Persons A, B, and C together talking amongst each other.

So anyway, my things are gone, no damage too serious...I'm missing my camera and phone big time, but things could have been a lot worse. The next few days will be filled with police reports, talking to banks, new phone, and sorting through chaos. If you think about it, pray for me: there's a lot of frustration, confusion and on top of this: some problems at work. But this has become my prayer:

"My whole life
I place in Your hands
God of mercy
Humbled I bow down
In Your presence at Your throne

In my life,
Be lifted high
In our word
Be lifted high
In our love
Be lifted high."

Amen.