This was how they tried to break in. I thank God we managed to stop them in time.
But how I was woken up to realize what was happening is quite amazing I think. And I firmly believe that it was my God who woke me up to take care of the situation before it was too late.
And with that, God certainly has a good sense of humour. Here's what happened:
Firstly, we don't have a dog. Having a dog in such a circumstance will be useful but we don't.
But in that exact same time that morning, I dreamt I had one and it was barking frantically outside my house. I got down to open the door and when I did, my dog flew through the door railings towards my head and because of that I woke up with a jump.
That was when I heard the grating noise downstairs and woke my hubby to check it out.
Now you tell me God did not send me a dream dog to wake me up to chase the perpetrator away.
And maybe it's time to get a real dog.