On Thursday, while I was at work, someone left the stove on, burning a whole pot full of garbanzo beans. I came home to an empty house full of smoke (no fire, thank God). Empty, that is, except for my guinea pigs (I have 6). The first thing I did was to check to see if they were all right. They were fine, and they’re still as healthy as they were Thursday morning. I used some strong fans to blow out the smoke, and everything’s OK now.
Since then, I’ve been thanking God every time I had a moment to think. But somehow, saying “Thank You” a thousand times doesn’t seem to do it. I know it sounds silly, but those guinea pigs are like children to me (I’m celibate, so I’ll never have any human children). God spared them even though I don’t deserve such kindness (I can’t seem to quit certain sins of anger and sins of lust).
How can I properly thank God for sparing my guinea pigs? Nothing seems to be enough.