and Dan's nose. It has taken me a while to write this, but, Friday night around 1130pm, Dan woke me up and said something wasn't right. He smelled something hot. Electrical hot. Now, we are talking about Dan, the one who can't taste, but, he can smell? Anyway, we got up, and yep, there was smoke and a very strong smell of burnt plastic (remember ladies when we used to scorch tupperware?) and hot electrical. We started searching the house, and couldn't find anything, Dan went into the kitchen and noticed smoke was coming from somewhere in there. I gathered some belongings and the dog, went outside, the fire dept was called, by the time the police, and fire dept got there, Dan realized it was our fridge. It's not that old, he pulled it away from the wall, there was a little flames coming from the bottom. He unplugged it. The firemen came in (this was around midnight) and checked the house with their infrared gun. They checked the whole house, closets everything....what a humbling experience that was. They gave the OK but told Dan to keep one eye open just in case. Our very kind and sweet neighbors let us use their refridgerator to store stuff in. So we got to sleep (one eye open) around 2:00AM Saturday. When we got up, we pretty much had to clean the entire upstairs. The smell was into everything. We washed curtains, cleaned walls, bedding, etc. Dan called Chuck VHart to see if we could use a fridgerator that he had in storage, and Chuck had it brought over in one of his trucks. THANKS CHUCK!!! So, all is well, and we are very thankful for God's protection. This experience brought back memories of the fire we had in 1986. That fire was pretty extensive and scary. That's another story for another day. Just glad MaryEllen and the kids had left that afternoon. It would have been a frightening experience for the girls.
I leave you with a verse Psalm 18:2 The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer.
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