Baruch Hashem…

So I would not usually write something so touchy feely, but here it is. I came home this afternoon and found my apartment broken into. They had taken quite a lot, the items taken were worth a lot of money, but they were worth more to me as they had belonged to my mother and her mother before her and so on. They were the testament to her passing things on to me, or at least a concrete reminder of her life.
After the police and the locksmith and all the other things that went on tonight I am slightly exhausted, but here is the thing. I am not devastated. I am not angry. I am not blaming any one.
What, you may ask has enabled me to be so calm after loosing priceless heirlooms? Here it is, the profound moment…I am not in control! I realized that it is all in Hashem's hands. It is not up to me what happens. I cannot control the bad or the good in my life. I can only react to it in a manner befitting a Bas Melach (daughter of a king).
I am not saying that I did not feel violated, I did. I am not saying that I did not feel angry or afraid, I did. I want my things back. I want to be able to hand my mothers pearl necklace her father gave her down to my own daughter, but I can’t now. I can still hand her the story, I can tell her how loved and cherished the women of our family were. That was not taken from me.
Hashem will judge those that did this, all I can do is rely on Him. Hashem will decide what I will be able to recover, don’t worry I will make an effort, all I can do ask Him for help. So is this what they mean by bitachon?