It was a quiet Sunday afternoon March 30, 1990. Brett McGowen  28 of Normandy TN was home alone in the small house he shared with his parent the rest of the large family had gone to his near by brothers home to celebrate his sisters birthday. Brett wasn't feeling well. He had a bad headache and had decided to stay home. He took a few tylenol went to bed and dozed off. Their poodle Fifi took up her usual spot on the couch. She always sat there waiting for someone to come to the door. The family protector. No one knew exactly what those word meant until this fateful day when she truly became man's best friend.

   Sometime later, Brett was awakened by Fifi's incessant barking.  Brett ,a hard sleeper knew she must have barked long and hard to have finally gotten him awake. "She was barking like something was wrong or someone was at the door," Brett recalled. Thinking it was likely just someone at the door he opened his bedroom door . He saw what was wrong seconds later. Black choking smoke and flames were boiling up in the house and inching across the living room toward his bedroom. Fifi alone in the living room was jumping up and down franticly, beside herself with fear.

  Brett ran out into the living room, scooped up Fifi in his arms and rushed barefoot outside.

"The smoke was so thick and black that it was already in my lungs." he said. "I was choking and could hardly get my breath when I got outside."

   Passerbys had already alerted the Normandy volunteer fire dept and though it only took minutes for them to arrive it was to late to save anything in the house. The small house had been built decades ago as a tiny cabin on the farm. They had expanded and improved the structure in recent years and were proud of their home.  Mrs. Margarette McGowen, Brett's mother was proud of the pretty flowers she had planted out front.  Still blooming brightly despite the charred mess behind them. Though much was lost that day the flowers weren't the only survivors thanks to Fifi our unlikely hero.

    -Tina Warren

Does he know where you are?

I remember seeing this on TV and thought that's really a coincidence!!
This is a true story.

   DOES HE KNOW WHERE YOU ARE? Do you believe that God not only loves you, but knows where you are and what you're doing every minute of the day? I certainly do after an amazing experience I had several years ago. At the time I was driving on 1-75 near Dayton, Ohio, with my wife and children. We turned off the highway for a rest and refreshment stop. My wife Barbara and children went into the restaurant. I suddenly felt the need to stretch my legs, so waved them off ahead saying I'd Join them later.

   I bought a soft drink, and as I walked toward a Dairy Queen, feelings of self pity enshrouded my mind. I loved the Lord and my ministry, but I felt drained, burdened. My cup was empty. Suddenly the impatient ringing of a telephone nearby jarred me out of my doldrums. It was coming from a phone booth at a service station on the corner. Wasn't anyone going to answer the phone? Noise from the traffic flowing through the busy intersection must have drowned out the sound because the service station attendant continued looking after his customers, oblivious to the incessant ringing. "Why doesn't somebody answer that phone?" I muttered. I began reasoning. It may be important. What if it's an emergency? Curiosity overcame my indifference. I stepped inside the booth and picked up the phone. "Hello," I said casually and took a big sip of my drink. The operator said: "Long distance call for Ken Gaub." My eyes widened, and I almost choked on a chunk of ice. Swallowing hard, I said, "You're crazy!" Then realizing I shouldn't speak to an operator like that, I added, This can't be! I was walking down the road, not bothering anyone, and the phone was ringing..." "Is Ken Gaub there?" the operator interrupted, "I have a long distance call for him." It took a moment to gain control of my babbling, but I finally replied,"Yes, he is here." Searching for a possible explanation, wondered if I could possibly be on Candid Camera! Still shaken, perplexed, I asked, "How in the world did you reach me here? I was walking down the road, the pay phone started ringing, and I just answered it on chance. You can't mean me." "Well," the operator asked, "is Mr. Gaub there or isn't he?" "Yes, I am Ken Gaub," I said, finally convinced by the tone of her voice that the call was real. Then I heard another voice say, "Yes, that's him, operator. That's Ken Gaub." I listened dumbfounded to a strange voice identify herself. "I'm Millie from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. You don't know me, Mr. Gaub, but I'm desperate. Please help me." "What can I do for you?" She began weeping.

    Finally she regained control and continued. "I was about to commit suicide, had just finished writing a note, when I began to pray and tell God I really didn't want to do this. Then I suddenly remembered seeing you on television and thought if I could just talk to you, you could help me. I knew that was impossible because I didn't know how to reach you, I didn't know anyone who could help me find you. Then some numbers came to my mind, and I scribbled them down." At this point she began weeping again, and I prayed silently for wisdom to help her. She continued, "I looked at the numbers and thought, Wouldn't it be wonderful if I had a miracle from God, and He has given me Ken's phone number? I decided to try calling it. I can't believe I'm talking to you. Are you in your office in California?" I replied, "Lady, I don't have an office in California. My office is in Yakima, Washington." A little surprised, she asked, "Oh, really, then where are you?" "Don't you know?" I responded. "You made the call." She explained, "But I don't even know what area I'm calling. I just dialed the number that I had on this paper." "Ma'am, you won't believe this, but I'm in a phone booth in Dayton, Ohio!" "Really?" she exclaimed. "Well, what are you doing there?" I kidded her gently, "Well, I'm answering the phone. It was ringing as I walked by, so I answered it." Knowing this encounter could only have been arranged by God, I began to counsel the woman.

As she told me of her despair and frustration, the presence of the Holy Spirit flooded the phone booth giving me words of wisdom beyond my ability. In a matter of moments, she prayed the sinner's prayer and met the One who would lead her out of her situation into a new life. I walked away from that telephone booth with an electrifying sense of our heavenly Father's concern for each of His children. What were the astronomical odds of this happening. With all the millions of phones and innumerable combinations of numbers, only an all-knowing God could have caused that woman to call that number in that phone booth at that moment in time. Forgetting my drink and nearly bursting with exhilaration, I headed back to my family, wondering if they would believe my story. Maybe I better not tell this I thought, but I couldn't contain it." Barb, you won't believe this! God knows where I am!" God also knows where you are. Place yourself in His hands, concentrate on knowing His will for your life, and He will never forsake or forget you.

 Isis
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