“The older I get, the more I believe in what I can’t explain or understand, even more than the things that are explainable and understandable.”
― Lillian Gish
Our carbon monoxide detector squeals at 9PM. My husband and I discover no apparent problem. However, the detector isn’t programmed to cry without reason. We need the help of our utility company. Now.
Within an hour five red caution tags cover worn valves. We don’t have gas to cook, can’t take a warm shower, and rely on the outside mid-fifties temperature for heat. An inconvenience. I realize how much I have taken for granted. Gas has a unique perfume for a good reason.
The next day my son and a trusted friend from our church community tell us there was something bizarre about this situation. Our simple carbon monoxide detector is not designed to detect natural gas leaks. How did it take on an administrative role when it had entry-level training?
The details don’t matter. The unexplained miracle does.
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