Ovens, spilled drinks, and the larger plan

So I have a little story for you-

Once upon a time there lived a kind, beautiful, intelligent and obviously modest young lady named...D'Aryelle. Now D'Ary and her roommate lived in a beautiful apartment in Evanston and loved having people over for dinner. D'Ary's roommate especially loved having friends over for her delicious Tilapia, so tonight that's exactly what she did. After hosting their friends for many enjoyable hours of eating and laughing and generally procrastinating from being productive, D'Ary and her roomate prepared to wind down for the evening and go to bed. As a part of these preparations, D'Ary went to tidying the table from the meal's clutter, and in the process hastily picked up a left-over cup to return it to the kitchen, splashing some of the cups' contents on to the table and unfortunately on to her brand new computer located just a few inches away.

Upset and confused as to how she'd managed to do such a crazy thing, D'Ary went about cleaning up the spilled limeade and made one final trip to the kitchen so as to return the now-wet sponge. Thankful that her computer had barely gotten damp, D'Ary breathed a sigh of relief and almost left the kitchen, until she heard some sort of hissing noise. Glancing over at the stove, she noticed that the oven had never been turned off from food preparations earlier, and immediately turned the knob to the spot that said "off."

Now, what would have happened if D'Ary had never spilled that drink? If she had never made that final trip to the kitchen? If she had not stopped long enough to notice the noise? The oven, which had already been on and empty for hours would have continued to fill the apartment with gas and endangered both D'Ary and her roomate.

Moral of the story: D'Ary was upset about spilling the drink and the risk it might cause her computer, but what appeared momentarily to be a really bad thing might just have saved her life.

Trust God to turn what may appear to be bad into good.

Deuces...In Him