Once, as I was about to go to church, it started pouring heavily. It was so heavy that I couldn’t even step outside. However, I told myself that I couldn’t skip service simply because of bad weather. Since I had no umbrella, I ended up dashing to church while covering my head.
The continuous rain through the night led to deeper streams – the river was about three meters high! I was terrified, and wondered if I should just head home instead. However, I steeled my resolve: I’d already made it this far, and I was determined to make it to church.
I took a ginger step towards the stream, but soon got weighed down by the water. Feeling my body leaning into the water, I frantically searched for something to hold on to. I was able to grab hold onto something which did not break even when I pulled it while taking a few more steps to cross the stream.
After that, I had to cross another stream. This time, even more water came gushing, and the stream was far wider than the previous one. Though it came up all the way to my thighs, I managed to cross over and reached church safely. However, I found that there was no one