A few nights ago I was lying in bed reading when one of my smoke alarms beeped three times. Since it was about 11pm, I was only resigned instead of feeling aggravated – normally my smoke alarm batteries go bad between 2am and 4am, when it’s least convenient and most confusing.
I hauled my butt out of bed. I walked down the hall, opened the door to the garage to get a ladder … and discovered that the overhead garage door was open. I had forgotten to close it for the night.
I closed the overhead door then stood for a moment, wondering … what if the smoke alarm wasn’t a battery problem at all? What if it was a way to get me out of bed to find the open garage door?
Leaving the ladder in the garage, I walked back to the bedroom and went back to reading my book, waiting …
The smoke alarm stayed silent.
If I had been in more of a hurry or less relaxed, I might have just gone ahead and changed the battery in the smoke alarm. If I’d done that, I’d have missed this little gem of interest, a smoke alarm being used to alert me to something important I’d forgotten to do.
A good reminder to slow down and pay attention. How many “miracles” do we miss in our haste?