Along with most everyone else in Fayette and Coweta counties here near Atlanta, I have been disgusted and complaining about the unpleasant taste of the water from our “guaranteed pure and safe” water. Unpleasant. That’s about all I’ve got to complain about. And then today I got this picture from my missionary friend Jack Housley in Papua New Guinea!
Yes, I too have seen many tribal people in places around the world where women like this one wash their clothes, their babies, their pots and pans and themselves in water holes just like this one.
And then they use the same water hole for their drinking water!
We are truly a blessed people here in this land of clean running water and health departments. But how often I take it for granted. You know the old saying: “you don’t miss the water until the well goes dry.” And sometimes it takes a picture like this or the memory of having to filter and then boil water like this just to make a cup of coffee.
Oh, Lord, forgive me when I fail to remember that “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father…” (James 1:17)