Protected

I must share this story:
Traditionally, when we move into a new house, the first thing we do is have Brandon dedicate it with his priesthood to be a place of safety, protection, and love. And tonight has been a true answer to that dedication 18 months ago.
It happened less than an hour ago and now I can not sleep, and my eyes are welled up with tears, of gratitude, although earlier it was fear.
Our smoke detectors began going off. Throughout the entire house. Loud, ear piercing. While Brandon was scurrying around the house, the thought came to perhaps do a fire drill, even of there was no reason to evacuate the house. I said a quick prayer and the spirit told me that it was not safe. "Not safe?" I thought, but I quickly let the thought pass as we were both evaluating the house to make sure there was no fire and that everything was ok. Jaxon had woken up and was lying in our bed. Brandon grabbed our broom and a chair and was trying to beep off the smoke detectors as it seemed as if they had malfunctioned. He was pushing the buttons with the broom and nothing was happening. So he tried the next one. Nothing. Our ears still ringing of this loudness. Finally, as if on their own, they just stopped blaring out. We both thought it was strange but we were grateful that awful loud noise was gone. I picked up Jaxon to take him back to bed and saw Autumn was sitting up in her bed. So I tucked them both back in and told them everything was ok. I walked down to the end of our hallway and had the strongest impression that we had just been protected. I said another quick prayer and asked Heavenly Father if there was anything we needed to do before we went back to bed and then I went back to our room. And I received an answer, have Brandon close all the windows and lock them. So I asked Brandon to do this. And he did of course. And I knew what had happened. Someone or something was tempted to enter our home. We had left the front windows open which made for a very easy access. And the smoke alarm went off to scare this person or thing away. Tears came flowing down my face and when Brandon came into the room, I told him the feeling I had had and asked him to say a prayer for us and he did. Then we laid there while I was crying and crying and I asked him what he was thinking and he told me that he knows we had been protected and that the Holy Ghost had told him that we were going to be safe. Then we just held each other close while I just kept crying and thanking Heavenly Father for our safety. Now I just have a million thoughts running through my head wondering what could have happened and I am truly sick to my stomach knowing that my three sweet children could have been in so much danger.
A miracle for our family, really. I am so grateful for the promptings of the spirit that lead and guide my every decision. I am grateful for the priesthood power and my sweet husband always living worthy to hold that power. And I am grateful for our guardian angels, even Drake, for watching over us.