It was quiet. The house was dark and still… as it should be at four in the morning. We were all snug in our beds, sleeping soundly. Suddenly, there was a horrific crash. The sound of metal clobbering on wood…. The noise was so loud and startling that Aaron and I both went from a dead sleep, to crouched on the floor beside our bed in about…two seconds. Literally. We were awake. VERY awake. It sounded as if our front door had been broken down. We were sure we were going to hear footsteps in the living room at any moment. Aaron, being the fearless protector of our home, immediately grabbed his gun, threw me a cell phone, and fumbled to find a pair of shorts in the dark. As he cautiously crept out of our bedroom, the only sound was the quiet creak of the wooden floor, and the wild thundering of our hearts. I hardly dared to breathe. As I waited nervously, I imagined what might be lurking in the next room… an armed robber?...A crazy meth-filled junkie out of his mind and up to no good? Silence. Suspense. I just knew I’d hear yelling or gunshots or…something!
A light flipped on.
And then I heard a quiet chuckle, “It’s the closet!”
The closet?? I breathed a sigh of relief, threw the cell phone on the bed and ventured out to see for myself. Since we don’t have a pantry in our apartment, we use an over-the-door rack in our living room closet to store all of our canned goods. For some reason, unbeknownst to us, it decided to collapse, sending all of our groceries thudding and crashing to the floor. I never thought that a mess that big would be a source of joy to me, but in that moment it was the happiest sight I could imagine! There was no intruder in our home, and we were safe. Jane slept through it all. As we got back in bed, we paused to hug each other and thank the Lord for His constant care and protection over us. Needless to say, it took us both a long time to settle our heart rates, stop shaking and relax. What an adventure! It was quiet and still again…
I was finally on the verge of sleep when Aaron interrupted my daze by saying, “You know what I learned through this experience?” I groggily tried to organize my thoughts into coherency…
“what’s that?”
“I need to keep a pair of shorts with my gun!”
1 comment:
Oy! I can imagine how that would be scary! ...Kind of like...a helicopter hoovering over my apartment complex at 1am and police walking around outside as if they were looking for someone...that was a bit scary too...
Praise God it was just the pantry! :o)
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