We dashed to our car in the driveway trying our best to dart between the raindrops and make it inside the car without getting wet. Needless to say Chris and I both got soaked, but Greyson was nice and dry bundled up in his covered car seat... smiling away. Or maybe he was laughing at all the raindrops on our faces. And of course of all the times we ran errands that week, the one time it was POURING I would forget something in the house. You know, when it's raining THIS hard I would need to run back and forth two more times. So much for trying to stay dry! I got drenched again as I ran to the door and slide on the floor just a little as I stepped inside and quickly walked down the hall and grabbed what I had left behind.
Our house is a slight hot mess as we were remodeling our kitchen. I told Chris I had seen the Before and would love to let the After be a surprise. Now Chris loves pulling back the tarps each day to see the progress but I kind of wanted to be surprised. But, in that moment, I changed my mind. I slowly pulled the tarp back and took a step into our kitchen. I could hear the raindrops beating against the windows as I looked at the insulation, plumbing exposed and wires hanging. I took another step forward on the subfloor and was brought back in time. I had been here before.
Years ago I went on two mission trips with my church to one of the poorest counties in the US which was in Kentucky. I honestly didn't know what to expect. But what I saw broke my heart and blew my mind. I can honestly say felt like I was in a different country. I never knew such extreme poverty like I saw first hand existed in our America. I was part of the group that dropped off food and clothes to folks in an abandoned car yard where some of them lived in and the shacks others called home. One of the couples invited us in to where they lived, with floors that were pieces of wood that moved as you stepped on them and were wet from the recent rain and pets relieving themselves anywhere and everywhere. There was no electricity and the plumbing was pretty much non-existent. But they were happy. They were grateful for a roof over their head and a place to call their own and were full of love for their family. They were thankful for the small things that most of us, including myself take for granted on a regular basis like fresh water.
As I stepped into our stripped down kitchen I couldn't help but think back to these people. To think how those people I met all those years ago would have been grateful for a kitchen like this in the state it was in. One with running fresh water from one of the pipes, a dry warm space that was clean and free from feces and roaches.
Visiting those people forever changed me. I hope I am always grateful for the abundance of blessings God has poured over my life. The big and little things. The things that so many of us including myself have come to expect. I want to never take anything for granted and to have a heart overflowing with thankfulness. Always.