After the series of fires we've experienced, our friend's house down the street, the burning car in the alley almost in my backyard, and the burning car in my mother's front yard two feet from my sister's front porch, I had been concerned the next fire would be inside. Tuesday night I had terrible dreams about a fire in the house. When I woke up, I kept telling myself that GOD wouldn't allow it to do any damage. HE's protected us this far. After a while I forgot about it. Wednesday afternoon I was cooking and having a great time laughing with Brian. I accidentally splashed meat fat onto the corner of the stove which ignited. The flames were a beautiful gold and orange. I didn't panic, I just felt this sense of everything is fine and continued cooking. The fire burned itself out. (Brian's expression was priceless when the flames wooshed into existence.) It wasn't until this morning, Thursday, that I realized I set the stove on fire. A fire inside the house. A grease fire at that, but GOD kept me calm and the flames didn't spread, despite burning up the side of the pot and me wearing long sleeves. I, a person who has feared fire since burning my forehead as a small child on a candle, did not panic? I had to chuckle at that.
"...neither shall the flame kindle upon thee." Isaiah 43:2