A slow hissing.. coming from my hair dryer laying on the carpet in my bedroom. A little puff and the thing was smoking, an inevitable fire destroying everything in its path. I unplugged it. Took it to the door and chucked it out on the lawn. where it sits right now.
On the way to church it hits me. Only by the grace of God was the rapid succession of loss diverted. It makes me sick of what could have been, but even more grateful for what is. This battle of good and evil is ginormaous. Evil only wins when it distracts you from Good. Oh that my soul will stay true to Him having a keen ear to hear evil.. even if it's just a whisper of smoke. Much is at stake. Much.