A Transplanted Yankee With Southern pride...Here you will find "slices of life" seasoned with music, wit, and a dry sense of humor. (shaken not stirred)
Sunday, September 7, 2008
EVIDENCE
I awoke in the middle of the night, fully awake, alert. I never do that. I usualy come awake slowly. I sensed danger. I heard nothing, saw nothing, smelled nothing. I lay in the darkness. Instinctively I looked in the direction of my window, and as I did the ground adapter plug I had placed in that outlet a few days earlier, glowed into a small candle sized flame, and began to drip burning plastic onto the magazines, papers, and carpet below! I didn't see it, and look there. I looked there....And then it happened.
I lunged out of my bed, grabbed a t-shirt, off of my chair, and pulled the burning lump of plastic &metal out of the outlet. I smothered the small fire. Checked to make sure all was well, and ran to the pantry to check the breaker box for any danger there. I returned to my room. I stood trembling in the stinking smokey aftermath, thanking God for waking me up when he did.
Why else would I have awakened so alert? Why did I look right where I needed to, exactly when I needed to? As small as that flame was, I would have never noticed it until it was too late. If I hadn't woke up exactly when I did, I probably wouldn't have woken at all. Or I would have awakened to find my room on fire. The flames too big to handle, and been lucky to escape with my life, my family, and I having lost everything.
I am convinced I am being watched over. I know this. I know I, and my family, are prayed for every day, by members of my church family. And I know I serve a prayer answering God.
THE NAME OF THE LORD IS A STRONG TOWER THE RIGHTOUS RUN INTO IT AND THEY ARE SAFE
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