Thankful

This mornig as the rain POURED and David and I drove into Kampala, I watched out the window as women in skirts and high heels were riding on the back of boda... soaked! Mud puddles everywhere. Businesses flooded. Kids cold bc they don't have warm clothes. And I was struck with how strong Ugandans are. Can you imagine in the US, riding to work in the pouring rain, on the back of a motorcycle, being wet all day and that being normal? Can you imagine your business every few days being flooded, literally having to use buckets to shovel the water out off the floor. I met up with some friends were lunch and we walked in the rain, my jeans were soaked..but I couldn't dare complain. How could I? I had warm clothes on, a rain jacket and this is not the norm for me. You just have to go wtih the flow.
I wasn't sure how today would work out, but I knew I wanted to say goodbye to Scott and Sam. I ended up making a new friend who was leaving to fly home for New Zealand, but Grace was a gift. She knew Scott and Sam (the world is SO small) so she came to coffee with us and then the sun came out and she and I hit the craft market as the guys went home to pack. Now, I'm sitting in the sun, eating curry and drinking a glass of wine, waiting for David to finish work. My heart is so happy. No, so Thankful. Lord, keep me from complaining about my "discomforts" as I see those around me who really know what difficulties are!