Multiple Floods
It hit us yesterday. Rain so hard that at times I wondered if the roof would be able to withstand it. There is something so soothing about the rain, how it washes away the dirt and leaves the earth smelling and looking refreshed. I really enjoy the rain. But yesterday's rain was hard. Dark and stormy. Almost angry.
It wasn't until around 8 o'clock that Jeff went into the basement to clean up his desk that he noticed the water. There wasn't a whole lot--about 2 inches, but it was enough to make a mess. We all went down to asses the damage and realized we were in for a long night.
To make a long story short, the builder of this house cut some corners and the rain was collecting near a window; it would build up so much that the window would bow out and we thought it would break at any moment. For an hour, my husband emptied the water which accumulated outside of the window (soon as it was emptied it was full again). We tried to move items outside of the water's way, but eventually the whole floor was wet and there was nothing left to do. Boxes were wet and soggy, papers were ruined, dirt and mud (frogs and slugs too) were everywhere. What a mess.
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After what seemed like the 100th time in the past 6 months that I've felt as if I could not take living in this house anymore--and if I had to do it another minute I would just absolutely burst--my loving husband came upstairs tonight to "show me something". He closed the door, turned off all the lights (no, it's not what you're thinking) and took me over to the window. He raised the shades and we just stood there. A few seconds passed and then my eyes began to focus on the flickering lights in our yard. There must have been a hundred of them. Flying round and round, lighting up the night sky...
...Fireflies!!!
The yard and the field across the street were flooded with them--it was a beautiful sight. It was also a perfect and timely reminder for me that even through the storm, life goes on...and where there is life, there is God. He is near. The God who made those simple yet captivating bugs knows not only what and where they are, but who and where we are too. He has not forgotten us in our time of need.
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It was then that my emotions flooded over. Such a simple act of tenderness that my husband would take the time from cleaning the basement, searching for houses online, organizing his papers, etc. to come up and show me this sight. My eyes welled up and I could not help but to cry out and thank him for this beautiful moment. It made my day! Of course he laughed and called me "cute" as he always does when I cry, but I didn't care. It didn't matter that we are at wit's end with living here, it didn't matter that just a few minutes ago I didn't want to see or talk to anyone. A simple act from a husband who knows his wife's love of simple pleasures made all the difference.
We then spent the next hour on the front porch watching those fireflies in the darkness, just the two of us. I loved every minute of it.
Hmm, I'm sure I could be clever here and come up with some sort of analogy about how the flies are in the dark and yet still living with the "light" but I just don't feel like it. I just want to keep it simple today.
It wasn't until around 8 o'clock that Jeff went into the basement to clean up his desk that he noticed the water. There wasn't a whole lot--about 2 inches, but it was enough to make a mess. We all went down to asses the damage and realized we were in for a long night.
To make a long story short, the builder of this house cut some corners and the rain was collecting near a window; it would build up so much that the window would bow out and we thought it would break at any moment. For an hour, my husband emptied the water which accumulated outside of the window (soon as it was emptied it was full again). We tried to move items outside of the water's way, but eventually the whole floor was wet and there was nothing left to do. Boxes were wet and soggy, papers were ruined, dirt and mud (frogs and slugs too) were everywhere. What a mess.
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After what seemed like the 100th time in the past 6 months that I've felt as if I could not take living in this house anymore--and if I had to do it another minute I would just absolutely burst--my loving husband came upstairs tonight to "show me something". He closed the door, turned off all the lights (no, it's not what you're thinking) and took me over to the window. He raised the shades and we just stood there. A few seconds passed and then my eyes began to focus on the flickering lights in our yard. There must have been a hundred of them. Flying round and round, lighting up the night sky...
...Fireflies!!!
The yard and the field across the street were flooded with them--it was a beautiful sight. It was also a perfect and timely reminder for me that even through the storm, life goes on...and where there is life, there is God. He is near. The God who made those simple yet captivating bugs knows not only what and where they are, but who and where we are too. He has not forgotten us in our time of need.
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It was then that my emotions flooded over. Such a simple act of tenderness that my husband would take the time from cleaning the basement, searching for houses online, organizing his papers, etc. to come up and show me this sight. My eyes welled up and I could not help but to cry out and thank him for this beautiful moment. It made my day! Of course he laughed and called me "cute" as he always does when I cry, but I didn't care. It didn't matter that we are at wit's end with living here, it didn't matter that just a few minutes ago I didn't want to see or talk to anyone. A simple act from a husband who knows his wife's love of simple pleasures made all the difference.
We then spent the next hour on the front porch watching those fireflies in the darkness, just the two of us. I loved every minute of it.
Hmm, I'm sure I could be clever here and come up with some sort of analogy about how the flies are in the dark and yet still living with the "light" but I just don't feel like it. I just want to keep it simple today.
posted by Kelly | 9:25 PM
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