The clock on my laptop will hit 10:00 PM at any moment, but I am sitting here writing because just outside my window is the clash of thunder and patter of raindrops. Lightning flashes are rather frequent as well. Thunderstorms remind me of someone throwing a temper tantrum. Tears flow, they growl and toss things about. (Hm, power just fluctuated.)
It's funny, my husband is bothered more by my fingers tapping the keys than the incessant rumblings, blinding flashes of light and deafening barrage of raindrops pelting our home. My husband just reminded me that our poor roof is taking a nice beating. We shall soon see if the torching that was done, to solve the second leak we have had since we moved here, did the trick. Our bedroom had a flat roof when we moved in last September. This made sense, since we were told it is a converted garage. Just after Christmas, I noticed some discoloration on the ceiling. It turned out to be mold, which forced Ray and me into the guest bedroom for awhile. Long story short, we got the roof revamped and fixed. Then the drywalling was completed. We went to New York in June. Shortly after returning home, I noticed a yellowish line in the same vacinity of our former leak. Sure enough, it ended up being water damage. Fortunately, we were able to get the roofers back out here to check it out. It was a quick fix and it has held thus far, but we shall see what this rainstorm does. I think this is the most rain we have seen in awhile. We still need to get what damage was done to the drywalling taken care of, but as always, we trust God will provide.
Despite all of the stress the above issues caused us, we managed to get by. God carried us through it! I am thankful for our little house. Moments like this make me feel so small, though. It feels like there is a piece of paper keeping the elements out. However, there is Someone bigger keeping us safe and holding our home together (in more ways than one).
So, I suppose I should attempt some shut-eye.
Sincerely, Melissa
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