It took me two hours to install the new locks and handles on the front and back doors. A large chunk of that time was spent on the deadbolt on the front door. I installed one of those nifty touchpad systems. You can lock and unlock the door without using a key. The thing is pretty cool, you can program two codes up to 8 digits each. Anyway, after that one, replacing the rest of the locks was supposed to be smooth sailing. The backdoor was done in no time at all… one door left. Another two hours later and I ended up leaving the side door with a hole in it where the knobs were supposed to be. For the life of me, I could not get the thing to fit in there right and to latch and stay locked. As it turns out, a piece of the hardware was broken and (he) took it back to Menards later in the day. After getting the new part (he) was able to install the handle and get it to properly lock. Finally, we have all new locks. Why, you ask, did we go through all the trouble? Because (he) lost his keys the week we moved in. Every box has been unpacked and we still haven’t found them. We searched both houses high and low and came up empty-handed. The last time (he) had them was while moving truckloads from the old house to the new one. (He) may have dropped them outside or set them down somewhere and forgotten them. We had some folks from the neighborhood helping that day too, and while we don’t really think anyone took them, we have to consider the possibility. Whatever happened to them, we decided to replace all the locks just to be safe. It’s crazy the amount of relief I felt when the job was done. There was definitely a bit of unhealthy anxiety I had about it. Since then I have thought a bit about the things I find my security in; the things I trust more than the Lord; the things I have made into idols.