But right now, all I can think about is the ceiling in the kitchen. Or, shall I say, the former ceiling in the kitchen? All that's left of it is a huge puddle and a gaping bubble of collected rainwater... I don't even know what to think, what to say. I feel like there must be a lesson that Hashem is trying to teach us. Last year the fridge broke on erev Pesach, this year the ceiling collapsed... Just when we thought we were finally finished with the stresses, finally finished worrying about the bills...
All I can say is, I hope that just as Hashem took the yidden out of their slavery and misery in mitzrayim, hopefully He will take us out of this. Hopefully we will spend next year in yerushalayim, as we eat the karban pesach in happiness and content.
Have a good yom tov, Leshana habah beyerushalayim!