I started writing a completely different post this morning, all about our struggles to figure out what to do to make space for Dave’s dad in our house. Ideas. Pros and cons. I was diligently tapping away at the keyboard, thinking “out loud” in the way that I think best, when the Holy Spirit whispered in my ear, “Raise the roof!”
“What?!” I asked incredulously. I mean, that was sort of what I was thinking about, like a third floor, maybe, but there are a lot of problems with that.
But then the Holy Spirit murmured, a little louder, and maybe slightly exasperated, “You don’t need a third floor. You just need to raise the roof!” (The Holy Spirit must get so tired of repeating Himself.)
I turned around and looked at the span of the house all around me, and it dawned on me that the Holy Spirit was right: All we have to do is raise the roof!
See, my downstairs is 1600 square feet, not counting the mudroom, which is an addition. Sixteen hundred square feet, my friends. Just downstairs! And the upstairs should be, or could be, the same size, and it’s close as it is, but the second story is actually a finished attic, so there are sloping walls that eat up valuable real estate. But what if we just raised the roof?!
That would give us 1600 usable square feet upstairs, too!
To be perfectly honest with you, the upstairs was the major reason I did not want this house in the first place. At the top of the stairs, there is a landing. The bathroom is straight ahead, one bedroom to the right, and two more to the left, but you can’t get to the second bedroom without walking through the first. Big problem. I solved it by putting all the girls on that side, small ones in the front room and big girls in the back room.
But if we raised the roof so that the walls were standard height, with the roof on top of that, like a normal house, we would have room to build four large rooms to the left opening off a hallway, and either one enormous room or two slightly less enormous rooms, plus a bathroom, to the right.
Somebody tell me this is doable. It must be doable! Why would God provide the answer with no means to accomplish it?!
And if it’s doable – because why would God have ideas that can’t be accomplished? – we’re going to need a contractor to do the heavy lifting and money to pay for it, and we’d like to get it done as soon as possible so we can get Ed out here. So, prayers, please? For all of this. Because I really think this is going to work, and I haven’t felt this easy about the situation in months.
Thank you. What would I do without you?