Seriously. God could maybe trust me a little less. Rob too.
I’m having a difficult time believing “if he brought you to it, he’ll bring you through it” this time around. As odd as it may sound, I had an easier time putting my faith in that statement when we were told Tiny had Amniotic Band Syndrome. Then it was blind faith I needed. Nothing else. I didn’t need to figure out how we were going to pay for anything. Insurance would have covered whatever needed covered. I didn’t need to worry about how others were going to help us because there wasn’t anything they could do. I simply had to have blind faith that God would lead us all through and Tiny would be okay.
I can’t do that now. Or I should be doing that now but I just don’t see how. Dad G (Rob’s dad) is here looking at, checking out, surveying the damage of “The Leak”. Homeowners will not cover it because it is considered “maintenance related”. Meaning we should have caught the leak we cannot see, nor hear and fixed it before the house began to mold, mildew, rot and generally fall apart. Homeowners was our last hope. There is no way for us to come up with the money for the basic repairs. And honestly, I don’t know that it’s even safe for us to be here.