ugh why me?

This past week, my house got broken into. Not just my house, my room specifically. The very first thing I said when I found out was, 'Why did they have to choose our house?!? Cherry Hill (big houses) is right down the road and I'm sure they all have better stuff than here!!!!' I was angry, not just plain angry, I was spitting angry. I felt so violated, my own room. My messy (yet organized) room. It's mine-not theirs! So why did they have to go in there?? Well, for the next several sleepless nights as I laid in bed ready to take on anyone who tried to break in again (in all reality I would've screamed bloody murder if someone came in when I was home) I realized I needed to trust God. I asked him to protect me and he did. I asked him to help me soften my heart so I could surrender my fears unto him. I don't understand why things such as this happen, but I do know God has a plan for me. Those sleepless nights, I learned to trust him. I learned to surrender my worries, my fears, my anxieties to him. He is the ultimate protector. As Bob and Larry would say, 'God is bigger than the boogeyman.....'