Note: These pictures are just cool shots I took at the park this week. AJ grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a branch that had some pretty cool “carvings” on it. I told him they weren’t carvings, but we did have fun contemplating what they could be (like alien markings!).
But that is not the story I want to tell.
On Wednesday afternoon, I started a load of laundry in the dryer (sound familiar, much?). A little later that night, I sent KitKat down to do some of her laundry.
Before I headed to bed, I checked the laundry and noticed that the dryer was running. I figured that it was one of Kitkat’s loads and went to bed.
The next morning, I was trying to rest for a few more minutes before the 6:30 kid wake-up time, and I had an odd prompting to do another load of laundry. Really, I was motivated by a desire to avoid a tantrum later on by a certain someone who needed clean pants…). As I walked down the stairs, I heard a horrifying noise.
It was still running.
My quick estimate (as I rushed to turn it off) was that the dryer had been running for approximately 14 hours. I opened the door and almost burned my hands.
The clothes inside were too hot to handle with my bare hands, but I got everything out and left the door open to cool it off.
The lint container was overloaded.
I walked away, shaking, realizing how easy it would have been for a fire to start in my basement while we were sleeping. The fire would have gotten quite large before it woke any of us up, sleeping two floors above.
It’s a miracle that it didn’t start a fire. It’s a miracle that we’re all safe, and that my house is still standing.
God was watching over us. He always is.
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