I've shared this here before but I feel it is appropriate to share again.
I shared a house with a friend several years ago. He was out of town and I was there alone except for my dog who was outside. It was the first cold night of the year and I plugged in a space heater. I was asleep on the living room couch where the outlet for the heater was. About 4:30 am I heard a loud voice say "Steven, wake up!" I was expecting to see someone in the room. Instead I saw a small flame coming from behind the couch going up the wall. We had no smoke alarm. The house was a pile of ashes and rubble within minutes.
I've always given credit to God for this. Was it an angel? Was it the Holy Spirit? Was it Jesus? I don't know exactly. I DO KNOW IT WAS GOD, however He did it, whatever means, He did it.
Up until this point I'd always gone by Steve, not Steven. I think it's important to note that I was awoken when the flame was very small, not a blazing inferno. I chose to fight the fire and was burned severely in the process. God was with me throughout that ordeal as well. I had third degree burns over 40% of my body and second and first degree on another 40%. Infection set up, I shrank from 165 lbs to 94 lbs. My spine was crushing my stomach preventing me from eating or drinking. A month later I walked out of the hospital. A guardian angel? Maybe. God most definitely!
Bless you brother. Whichever it was I am thankful you have recovered.