We enjoyed the rain--except for the morning I got up at 3:45 to the sound of water dripping. The rain was pouring in the front bedroom. The water covered about a 3 ft. section of the floor and included a box of my book "Don't Forget Daddy." I was sick. I picked up the box and it was soaked. I started taking books out and found nothing but dry books. Even the ones on the bottom were dry. The water had not soaked through the box yet. All I could say was "Thank you, Lord."
I thought for sure we'd need a new roof. When it stopped raining and my husband check it, he found a roofing tack that was loose. The rain was coming through a hole made by a roofing tack. It is repaired now, but I am paranoid. Every time I hear water dripping, I panic.
In case you think I'm complaining about the rain, you're wrong. We needed the rain as much as we enjoyed the cooler temps. It was a beautiful week with a small glitch for a few minutes.
Lord, thank You for the blessings that we don't even know you give.