I admit that there are times I take things for granted (from the small to the big) and it was such a timely reminded through my own experience of “What rain was this?”
I was relating to a friend on the story of how a group of us were complaining non-stop when we had just arrived in a village off Bintan; Indonesia for a “community project” and it had started to rain heavily. Being the typical ‘too cool to get out of our comfort zone’ we were just too absorbed and concerned on how are we going to get across while being transported in a sampan boat, how dirty our shoes would get because of the muddy road that we would have to walk on, how troublesome it’ll be to get to the destination we are going as there isn’t any proper shelter, our bags would get wet from the rain. Well, basically any complain you can think off, we said it!
But the moment we reached the orphanage that we were heading to, the Ibu came out with open arms started thanking us for coming, more importantly for “bringing rain along with us”. Little did we know that the village we were at was in the drought season and they did not have the luxury of having excess water for their dying crops. So this rain that we complained about was just the right thing that the village needed. Right at that moment, we were humbled by the fact that while we are all comfortable and complaining about how inconvenient the rain could be for us, there are others who needs them badly. Not only did it change my perspective towards life, but how that little mustard faith could make such a difference.
Be thankful, I ought to be.