I've never enjoyed rains, muddy trails, and trekking. I've had my fair share of "(mis)adventures" and thought that I've had enough. My friends know that if an activity would involve hiking, trekking, mountains, I'd pass.
Until last week...Saturday, we went on a mission to bring water filters to a community in Rizal who doesn't have access to clean water. First news that I only found out after signing up: trekking involved. More news which came on the day itself: downpour, clothing mishap, and my monthly period. Honestly, I got stressed just by thinking about it. "It may be raining hard but this is when the community needs the water filters the most. They hiked 2 hours to get there. They're waiting for us." With these words, I found my resolve.
We spent the whole day with the community. We ate with them, got to know their stories, taught them how to assemble, use, and clean the filters, and got to know more stories-of culture, livelihood, family life, education, and clean water or the lack thereof.
The community was full of gratitude that this project has reached them. "Huwag ho sana kayong manawa sa pagtulong sa amin." My heart swelled with joy, my eyes with tears for known reasons and beyond.
Grateful that I joined, for the (com)passionate people that I met who simply want to make their life count, for Jesus who exemplified servanthood and love for the poor. I knew it all along that something's on the other side of fear and comfort, and if it were a puzzle, I have found some pieces during this trip.
End note and realizations:
- On our trek back to our van, I paused, took a deep breath, and watched the beauty of God's creation. It was breathtaking! - Arriving home or as people say, "back to reality," I had a greater appreciation for what I have and a desire to be a channel of blessing. - I had second thoughts about sharing this but just as how this experience and the people I was with made a tremendous impact on me, I hope this post would touch your hearts as well.
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