Lately I've been complaining about something.
The other day, I didn't realize the water had gotten worse, so I took a quick shower before going to bed. The next morning, I noticed that the bristles on my hairbrush were stained brown. Disgusted, I rubbed them clean, but when I ran the brush back through my hair, the bristles came back brown again.
I was horrified.
My hair was so covered in sediment that it felt stiff to the touch. It felt like I had gone outside and bathed in a mud puddle.
And then today I was looking through some photos I took when I was in Kenya, Africa. One picture in particular stood out vividly to me. Do you see what is captured in this blurry photograph?
Women are gathering water from the puddles that line the side of the road. They'll use this water for drinking, washing, bathing.
While I was in Kenya, I saw the water that pooled along the roads. See for yourself:
It's filthy. Feces, debris, and insects fill the water until it more closely resembles sludge. People walk barefoot through this water. Kids use the streets as a toilet. Pigs, cattle, and dogs roam the slums, sharing the water as well.
I wouldn't subject my dog to the water those women were collecting. Their water is filled with life-threatening diseases like cholera. My water is a little sandy. You know, I bet they would take the quality of water from my well and feel grateful.
I am so blessed.
When I'm thirsty, I can have a drink without worrying about cholera and parasites. I can wash my hands and my clothes. I still have water, even if it's not always the prettiest or most accessible.
And in a matter of days, I'll be living in a dorm with total access to clean water again. I'll be able to brush my teeth using water from the sink. I'll be able to grab a glass of water during the night, wash my clothes, rinse off my dishes. There will be a pool and a fountain outside. How could I not feel incredibly blessed?
I don't ever want to forget how blessed I am with the gift of water, even when it doesn't always come in the way I want it. The Lord has provided me with so much. I take my blessings for granted so often. My ungrateful attitude needs to change. No more forgetting. No more complaining.
It's time to be thankful.