Muddy Streets

One day my mom needed to go to church, back when we lived in a row house near Wat Toul Tompong (a temple) here in Phnom Penh, and my sister decided to go with her. Mom said the road was muddy and she had to strategically find a path and cut across the mine field of puddles and carefully avoid motorcycle and bicycle traffic. She looked behind her and saw my little sister whom at the time was five, behind her. She saw Kiri following her, jumping puddles and walking the muddy streets without a word of complaint. Mom's heart filled with joy and pleasure when she saw her little daughter quietly following her on the muddy road. At that moment she felt God speaking to her through the image of Kiri so willingly following her. Mom described it as a glimpse of what God feels when we we follow him obediently without complaining even though we might get mud on our shoes and feet. I've heard this story before but was too young to understand the imagery. Hearing the simple story again this morning was refreshing. Attitude can completely change an experience. Besides, mud washes off.