Here I sat, praying and journaling, when suddenly….creak…CRASH!  Seemingly in slow motion, my ceiling fan lowered and lowered and fell onto my living room floor, shattering several glass bulbs and breaking the glass light fixtures.  Pink insulation, different colors and textures of glass shards and the white ceiling stuff lay scattered on my carpet beneath the imposing fan.

Is this a sign??  How or why in the world did that happen?!  (followed by) THANK GOD MY KIDS WEREN’T THERE!  Is it possible?  I would say all these thoughts swirled simultaneously through my head.

Yes, in the previous couple of hours my children were cozily spread out among our living room on pallets while enjoying a movie.  Had this ~now gigantic looking~ fan fallen then, it would’ve crashed down squarely on top of one or two of the children’s heads, glass and all.  Not a pleasant thought!

God is so good!  I try to pray over and plead the blood of Jesus over my children EVERY SINGLE DAY and this could be a great example of how this practice helps!  I don’t know, but there’s a strong possibility that angels, (who are sent by God to help and protect us), were holding that fan up until after my children were safely tucked away in bed for the night.

A long wire, containing other wires, hangs down out of this hole in the ceiling.  I know if I turned the light switch on and someone touched the wire that an electrocution could occur.  This knowledge is not comforting and tomorrow I hope the landlord will be here to fix this!

Lord, thank you for protecting me, my children, and our belongings.  You are so faithful, merciful, and compassionate, and for that I give you all the praise and honor.  I love you God!