Raindrops are falling on my head…or is that drywall?
Last Saturday morning we were awoken at 3:30 am to a suspicious rumbling crash. Here’s what we found…
We redid our roof a couple weeks ago…and turns out there was hidden little spot where the ridges meet that didn’t even have plywood…or flashing…yeah. Like a water spout, pouring water onto our ceiling.
Well, much thanks to Andy’s dad for helping. The holes are fixed – both on the roof and ceiling. Better now than mid-winter. Still not spackled and painting, but there’s no more insulation falling on our heads. The joys of homeownership.
But so thankful for all the ways God protects us from what could have been.