I grew up in super safe neighborhood. The front door was always open and a worry never crossed our minds. Now, every time we leave, we "secure" the house. Our sanctuary has melted away and a fort was put in it's place. I've become cautious of my neighbors, I lock up our valuables, and even canvas the neighborhood before we take off. It's crazy.
But in all of this though, there is good that has prevailed. We may never be the same again, but who says that's all bad? We are stronger. We've grown closer as a family unit. We've learned that even when you think you lost the most precious belongings, you haven't. In the end, things are just things, and they don't really matter. We now place our priorities where they matter.
"When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn't they matter most now?" — Max Lucado
God is still good.