Scott from Paul Davis came to check out the mini flood, but by that time it had dried up, and no more sign of leakage. We couldn't tell where it came from. Water should not be able to come through the foundations because of the work they've already done. I suspect it may have had to do with snow on the roof melting and getting under the flashing between the old building and the addition. But now the snow has all melted, and the utility room remains dry. Hoping for another miracle. It's too mucky out to ask anyone to come fix the roof if that's the trouble. Difficult to diagnose!
Meanwhile, chaos is breaking out to the south, and I am huddled in my little church, clinging to personal peace like a life raft. And eating tapioca pudding. I think right now it's more important than ever to find faith, find that still centre within, and hold to it while the world spins around us. This church is a peaceful refuge in spite of all the spiders and needed repairs. I feel safe here, and am glad to have it.
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