It has been raining here for the past 48 hours almost nonstop. This morning I woke up and I heard the rain pounding on our zinc roof. My mind quickly went to the village and thought of those villagers who are missing all or part of their roofs. I said a familiar prayer, “Lord, thank you for a roof over our head.”
When I was back in the states, I prayed that prayer every once in a while, but, I don’t think I really had a deep appreciation for my roof. Then I got here. I saw the condition of some of the villagers houses and heard the stories of how their roofs leaked when it rained. I would lay in bed at night and listen to rain pounding on our roof and it is here where I developed a deep appreciation for God’s provision of a few pieces of zinc.
It is so damp and we have a few cracks in between the plywood of our house that every piece of cloth is just “dry-ish”. I was quick to complain. Until I was reminded that being “dry-ish” is not such a bad thing. The roof over our heads that could possibly be gone tomorrow if God wills it, is keeping our family from being damp, or soaking wet. There is a good possibility that I’m living in luxury compared to other people in the world.
Thank you Lord, for “dry-ishness”.