Well, the problem isn't exactly fixed, but it is far enough along that I could shout and cry "Thank You. Thank You so much, dear, dear God Who Hears." Since I hardly ever cry, I take notice of when I almost do.
Almost cried today when the insurance guy said he could probably help us out some. I almost cried the other day when the tile guy said "This can be fixed." I almost cried when Greg said, "ok. Let's call someone to come over and help us clean this mess up." I almost cried when Mercy Me sang "God With Us". Oh and I almost cried during The Ultimate Gift movie, but that's another story.
So now the clean up has begun. It has been a prayer concern deeply embedded in nightly fears when I've heard my daughter's asthma cough and when I've had sinus headaches. These may not be symptoms of having mold in the house; I don't know, but that has been my concern. People have told me this and that, giving me wise advice I'm sure. I just couldn't make it happen; it had to be from the Lord Himself, His own timing, and His own speaking to Greg.
I'm just completely thankful that we've started on our newest project. Hopefully, it won't be that long, but it looks like it will involve a complete bathroom remodel of our bathroom (we did the kids' last year) and a remodel of the boys' room. We have already torn out the shower tiles and backerboard. Next is the wall behind that. Then we'll check the wall and studs between the bathroom and the boys' room. We'll need to tear out the carpet in their room. Get that bleached out and dried out, then we can fix all that. We'll also have to paint both rooms. It's a lot of work, but at least it is underway.
Oh, and Christmas giving is severely diminished unless you can give us paint or paint supplies. :)
