The exhaust fan on our electric range hasn’t worked for months. Parts for the appliance tend to be very expensive. We seemed to get along fine without the fan, so I put it way down on my to do list.
A couple of days ago, out of the blue, the fan came to mind. I put in a call to the repairman, all the while thinking I had better things to spend money on right now.
I wasn’t home when the repair man came. Rosemary described how, when he turned the fan on, the unit began sparking and smoking. The man ran for the circuit breaker. He says that he’s never seen that happen.
What if a little one had hit that switch with no one around. Or if Rose would have been home alone. The possibilities are frightening. I believe in guardian angels. In the larger sense, I believe my Father has plans for me and my family. Nothing will happen to us until it’s okay with Him. Bad things may happen but only when they are what’s necessary in his perfect plan.
Whom then shall I fear?
Be blessed.
Nick
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