At the end of church Sunday we prayed for rain. We live in rural Cambodia, where we are completely surrounded by farm land. The bulk of the farming here is rice and if you know anything about rice, rice requires a lot of water.
Our first week here it rained every afternoon. After that I started praying for it daily. I love the rain. I love the smell of it. I love feeling it on my skin, and the farmers here need it.
Tuesday afternoon Emily and I were finishing up our workout when it started to rain. We agreed to postpone the workout and danced in the rain instead. At first it was a drizzle, then it slowly got heavier.
It just so happens that there is a small soccer field in front of our house. Rain and a muddy soccer field make a perfect combination to equal fun and it didn’t take the kids long to hit the field. I sat there, fresh out of the shower after the workout, and contemplated joining them. I couldn’t resist. The house dad even joined in on the fun. As the rain got heavier we were sliding all over the place. The kids were laughing, we were laughing, and the people watching us were laughing.
In that moment joy flooded us all. In that moment I felt like a kid again. At the end of the day, Kimeng, the house dad came over to spend time with us and he said “I never expected you all to be this humble.” “Today you all taught me how to be a friend to these kids and to be a father.” It was sweet. Kids can teach us so much if we just watch and listen…
