Last night, I received an email from a good friend of mine that lives in DRC. Sue and Bill Vinton are actually not just friends, they are our family. She and her husband are missionaries in Bukavu with Grace Mission International. It's dry season now. Lots of dust and too little water. When I was there a few weeks ago, it was dry season but it had just started. The grass was still green. There was water in the cisterns. We used buckets for baths. Water came out of the taps in the evenings to wash hands and flush toilets.
Before we moved from DRC two years ago, we had gone through a horrible dry season. The cisterns were empty and no water came in from the city at night. We went days with no water. Using water that had been saved in Jerry cans. We sent out drivers to try to find water for us throughout the city. Because we couldn't cross the boarder with Ellie and Mia, we couldn't take a "vacation" to Rwanda where there was water. I started researching how you make sure you kill cholera from lake water before use! But our struggles were nothing, not when one considered the children at night.
Sue was so nice to give me permission to copy her email here. I thought it was beautiful and worth reading. A wonderful reminder of thanking God for our everyday needs.