A couple weeks ago, after the older kids had left for school, I was doing my normal routine- picking up, doing breakfast dishes, straightening bedrooms, etc. I was in the dining room doing something at the table and I put whatever I was doing down and walked into Carter's room. I made his bed and was folding a blanket when I happened to look down on the floor, under his window. There was no sound or smell to make me look there, but when I looked down, I saw a spark and his stuffed dog ignited into flames. That thing went up into flames so quickly, it was shocking. I immediately dropped to my knees and started hitting the flames down with my hand. It took a couple seconds- but I was able to put the fire out.
After putting out the fire, I was able to look a little closer and see that his fan, (it was a really small one because his normal one had died and we hadn't replaced it yet) had fallen from it's spot on the window seal and had fallen directly onto his dog. For some reason, that let off a spark that ignited the dog. Obviously it was highly flammable because it took less than 1 second for the spark to be a full on fire with flames. Once I unplugged the fan and looked at the back, it was obvious what had caused the spark. The cord was coming loose from the actual fan and there were wires exposed. It looks like when it dropped, the cord pulled from the fan and made a spark.
As I thought more about this event throughout the day, I was brought to tears. How did I just happen to be in Carter's room at that exact moment? Not even his room, but standing right next to his stuffed dog. What if this would have happened 2 hours earlier, while he was sleeping, less that 3 feet away from the fan? What if it would have been an hour later and there was no one home? My heart was overcome with thanks and gratitude. I know exactly why I was standing in that place, at that time... because my Heavenly Father was watching out for my boy that day. He used the Holy Ghost to prompt me to drop what I was doing and go into Carter's room. I am so thankful that I was listening. That I was quiet enough to hear that gentle prompting and follow it. If I hadn't- the consequences could have been disastrous.
I wanted to record this event so that someday Carter will be able to read about what happened and feel the love his Heavenly Father has for him. So that he will know that he is a son of a Father, who knows his name and knows him personally. And that he will know how thankful his mama is that someone, other than her, is watching out for him every day.