The past week has felt like monsoon season here in the south. I wanted to complain about it a couple times, but then I remember all the times I prayed for rain when I was out of the country. I thought about how much I missed thunderstorms while I was gone. Then I remembered one of the best days I had last year.
It involved rain. It involved mud. It involved soccer. It involved kids. It involved laughs and an abundance of joy.
During all the rain I thought how awesome it would be to be able to go play with all the kids from the orphanage again. To just live in the moment and get dirty…even knowing that we would never get our clothes clean again, and all we had to shower with was a bucket.
It was one of the best days of the race.
In the midst of wanting to complain, find the joy instead.
