I've been dealing with a lot of theft lately. Customers. People I trusted. It wears on you in a way that's hard to explain, because it isn't really about the money. It's about the trust. Somewhere in the middle of it, a thought settled on me that I can't shake, and it has given me more peace than anything else has. None of it was mine to begin with. The store, the inventory, the money, the building. All of it. Scripture is really clear on this. "The earth is the Lord's, and everything in it" (Psalm 24:1). "The silver is mine and the gold is mine, declares the Lord" (Haggai 2:8). King David, one of the richest men of his day, prayed, "Everything comes from you, and we have given you only what comes from your hand" (1 Chronicles 29:14). I'm not the owner. I'm the manager. God handed me these things to take care of for a while, and my job is to be faithful with them. That's it. And here's the part that actually helps. When someone steals from the manager, they haven't really wronged the manager. They've wronged the Owner. And the Owner has said plainly that He handles that Himself. "It is mine to avenge; I will repay" (Romans 12:19). So I still lock the doors. I still count the drawer. I still do my job. But I don't have to carry the anger home, and I don't have to keep score. That's above my pay grade. Job lost everything he had to raiders, literal thieves, in a single afternoon. His response was, "The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord." I'm not there yet. But I'm closer than I was.