I woke up like any other morning. I slapped the alarm clock off for the third time and staggered into the shower. I turned the faucet, waiting for the warm water to wake me up, but I felt nothing but a drop. As every wife does in this situation, I called for my husband. He turned the water on in the sink…nothing. We had no water.
Our main water line was broken and we had zero water. No water to flush the toilet, no water to brush our teeth. No water to make coffee (yikes!). No showers. No hand washing. No water to drink. I began to panic, how does one exist without water? When will it come back on? What about my mound of dirty laundry I had to do? How does one wash dishes without water to wash with?
In my first world country I had a third world problem.
For us it was a mere few hours of inconvenience until a plumber could be reached and our burst water line was fixed. The entire morning though, I thought of my sponsored child, Isaac. This is what his morning is like every day. He wakes up and walks to get his water. Not just to the bathroom, but miles. Village after village in Zambia already knows how impossible it is to try to go a day without our most precious resource.
In Zambia, water that is easier to access means better hygiene, more crops, and more hours to devote to education.
Just this week our mission team installed a water fountain at one of our five schools. Children who had never seen a water fountain, who previously had to walk miles to fill a jug and then lug it back to their house, now pushed a knob and were able to drink crystal clear, clean water. Watch the video on our Facebook page to hear their squeals of pure delight.