I don’t want to freak you out or anything but God has been speaking to me through my fire detector.
Some people have vivid, colorful dreams of weathered hermits riding royal purple Yaks and wake up feeling inspired and motivated around their life purpose. Others make an omelet and see the face of Jesus in the burnt, crusty bits of Gouda and head out on a pilgrimage. Moses had the burning bush.
But, nope. Not me. I have a Kidde fire alarm. Read more