Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Bucket brigade

Yesterday, I wrote about the bucket brigade our team had to form in order to fill our water tank so we'd have drinking and cooking water.  I also mentioned it was the hardest work day of that summer.  I remember it as one of the hardest work days of my life, but two decades can cloud a memory, so I didn't want to say that for fear it really wasn't as hard as I recalled.  Sort of like when you go visit your elementary school  after graduating and realizing the hallway you thought was enormous was actually pretty average, and the desks you remembered being humongous now have no room for your knees.

So I held my fingers and didn't type what I really meant: that day, walking up and down the hill with one-gallon buckets full of water just about killed me.

But late last night, a fellow teammate, Jennifer, posted pictures of the bucket brigade, and I felt my recollections of the difficulty of the day were correct:

See that lake?  That's were we're coming from.

Doesn't that water look yummy?  We couldn't walk down there at night because hippos lived there.  So we ended up calling our lake water Hippo Juice.  And no amount of sugar and Kool-Aid could mask the lake taste.

That silver cistern is what we filled.  I think that's me in the pink shirt sitting on the edge.  

Good thing our memory verse for that day was Isaiah 40:31: But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. 

Man, I am so, so thankful for my kitchen sink!