Something woke me. A crash? Breaking glass? My sleepy mind struggled to make sense of the sudden tingling that was running over me…fear. Maybe I had dreamt it. Rolling over, I checked the time on my alarm clock…12:30 a.m.
Suddenly the unmistakable sound of shuffling could be clearly heard coming from the other end of my home. This was definitely no dream.
Quickly I began to shake my sleeping husband. “I heard a crash in the kitchen,” I hastily whispered. My four year old son slept peacefully between us and I did not want to wake him.
Jumping up, my husband grabbed his gun and quietly made his way to the bedroom door. His next words caused my heart to stop, “Sarah, the front door is standing open.”
Immediately my heart jumped to my throat. I knew that my husband and I both had checked all of the doors in our home before going to bed. My three older boys were in that end of the house. I automatically assumed someone had thrown something through the front door glass.
Throwing a blanket over my youngest son in an effort to conceal him, I ran to where my other children were. As I scanned their room I let out a sigh of relief as my gaze fell over each sleeping face…one, two, three. They were all there and safe, totally oblivious to the terror their father and I were feeling.
As I turned to walk out of their bedroom movement to my right caught my eye. As my heart dropped to my feet I whirled in that direction. In the darkness I could barely make out the shape and sound of something coming toward me. Before I could react, a wet nose nudged my hand.
“Max!” I screamed. A combination of adrenaline and fear caused my cry to sound more like a high pitched squeak. “How did he get in here?” my husband quickly asked.
We both knew opening that front door was no small task. That door had been messed up for quite some time and it literally took a great deal of force to open it.
With this knowledge we both assumed someone had opened the door and the dog had merely followed suite. But the glass in the door was not broken and I knew that I had definitely heard breaking glass…thick glass.
As I hid behind my husband we carefully made our way toward the kitchen. Flipping on the lights we discovered the source of the crashing noise.
The night before I had made brownies for dessert in a 13×9 glass Pyrex dish. After supper I had left that dish on top of my range top as I usually do.
Now all over my kitchen floor was the shattered remnants. It seemed it had busted into a million tiny pieces mixed with whatever was left of the brownies.
Apparently upon gaining entry to the house Max had decided to help himself to a midnight snack. His huge paw prints were clearly evident on both sides of my stove where I had left the brownie dish before going to bed.
I am not sure how many of those chocolate treats he succeeded in eating before pulling the entire glass dish down on top of him.
Still spooked my husband went over every inch of our home, checking closets and any dark space. It took me about thirty minutes of running the sweeper before I was satisfied I had gotten every sliver.
The entire time my stomach was sick from the rush of fear then sudden relief. I must admit I did not sleep much the rest of that night as nightmare scenarios ran through my head each quickly followed by many prayers thanking the good Lord for watching over our family.
We still do not know how that door got open and to be quite honest we try not to dwell on it too much because it gives us the willies, but at least in hindsight we can now laugh about our midnight brownie burglar.
“But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night…” 2 Peter 3:10