It rained last night. (And yes, only in Africa would this topic merit a post.) The perfect kind of thunderstorm that begins in the afternoon so you can see the dark clouds along with the lightning rolling in, then the bottom fell out just as we were leaving to meet some friends for our Wednesday night ladies gathering.
As the rain was barreling down, we were amazed at how quickly the streets were flooding. Pools of water everywhere. I suppose the Sahara doesn't absorb rain so well. When we arrived to our friends' house, the front gate was ajar, so I jumped out of the truck and into ankle deep water! At this point we were all so excited about the rain and realized that it was only a matter of time before we were completely drenched, so four of us ladies giggled our way up the flooding driveway, across the house and into the rain-blowing wind, before we huddled around the front door.
We knocked and knocked but no one answered the door. We tried to call but the phones weren't working. So we peeked around the corner to see our friends in a small studio behind their house that is used as a schoolroom.
We sent one fearless member of our group, Beth, to investigate matters. When we got the motion to follow, we learned, halfway to the schoolroom, that the school was flooding and our friends have been locked out of their house.
So away went our giddiness, as we all got to work moving books and other easily damaged things off the floor while one man began putting down boards and mud to create a dam at the front door. Thirty minutes later, the water was pooling outside the front door instead of inside, nothing had been damaged, and we had each received an additional work out and a shower for the day by mopping up water.
Then another family arrives to help with finding a way to get into the house. Here's where we all get to use our imagination because while we were waiting in the schoolroom, these two men were pushing a ladder through a barred, open window, across the small kitchen to the locked door, and opening the latch. Living in Africa breeds creativity, right?
So as we sat around their large table, water pooling underneath our seats as we shivered it off and warming ourselves with hot spiced apple cider, tea, or hot chocolate, we each thanked the Father for the rain and his beautiful provision. If they hadn't accidentally been locked out of the house, they wouldn't have known til morning about the flooding problem. And how funny is it that it all happened less than an hour before a number of people we expected to come over. With their phones and keys locked in the house, it could've been a much longer night for them. So this week instead of listening to a Beth Moore video, we had the chance to live in community and left with bucket loads of memories to carry out with us.
"Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!" Ps. 133:1
*I think someone snapped a few pictures, so I'll try to add them when I get them.
As the rain was barreling down, we were amazed at how quickly the streets were flooding. Pools of water everywhere. I suppose the Sahara doesn't absorb rain so well. When we arrived to our friends' house, the front gate was ajar, so I jumped out of the truck and into ankle deep water! At this point we were all so excited about the rain and realized that it was only a matter of time before we were completely drenched, so four of us ladies giggled our way up the flooding driveway, across the house and into the rain-blowing wind, before we huddled around the front door.
We knocked and knocked but no one answered the door. We tried to call but the phones weren't working. So we peeked around the corner to see our friends in a small studio behind their house that is used as a schoolroom.
We sent one fearless member of our group, Beth, to investigate matters. When we got the motion to follow, we learned, halfway to the schoolroom, that the school was flooding and our friends have been locked out of their house.
So away went our giddiness, as we all got to work moving books and other easily damaged things off the floor while one man began putting down boards and mud to create a dam at the front door. Thirty minutes later, the water was pooling outside the front door instead of inside, nothing had been damaged, and we had each received an additional work out and a shower for the day by mopping up water.
Then another family arrives to help with finding a way to get into the house. Here's where we all get to use our imagination because while we were waiting in the schoolroom, these two men were pushing a ladder through a barred, open window, across the small kitchen to the locked door, and opening the latch. Living in Africa breeds creativity, right?
So as we sat around their large table, water pooling underneath our seats as we shivered it off and warming ourselves with hot spiced apple cider, tea, or hot chocolate, we each thanked the Father for the rain and his beautiful provision. If they hadn't accidentally been locked out of the house, they wouldn't have known til morning about the flooding problem. And how funny is it that it all happened less than an hour before a number of people we expected to come over. With their phones and keys locked in the house, it could've been a much longer night for them. So this week instead of listening to a Beth Moore video, we had the chance to live in community and left with bucket loads of memories to carry out with us.
"Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!" Ps. 133:1
*I think someone snapped a few pictures, so I'll try to add them when I get them.
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