"How is she going to get here? It's 4 km from her house." Mary Beth reasoned.
"I think she'll come. She has her ways to getting around."
"She doesn't even have a watch!"
"Maybe she can look at a cell phone or watch the sun. She's smart. She's found ways to make things work. She'll figure something out!" I said confidently as we drove home from her place Thursday morning. We had gone with Pastor Elvis and his wife Rosita to Ana's house (not her real name) to help her with her well. It had somehow filled with sand and she had to carry water from a nearby creek (see last post), though it didn't look like her well had gotten flooded as we had understood before.
"What do you know about wells?" I asked Elvis, hoping he had more experience than I had.
When we arrived with shovels and buckets, we realized the shovels were useless. But if one of us crawled down into the well, maybe he could pass buckets of sand up to the other. Ascertaining that the well walls weren't a cave-in risk and after Elvis' own admittance that he wasn't skinny enough, I volunteered to go down. I crawled into the bottom of the well (it was about 2-3 meters from the surface to the water level) which was so narrow I could barely bend my knees enough to scoop out a bucket of wet sand and pass it up to Elvis. After a few minutes of such manouvers, I was standing in water. I continued digging until I couldn't reach any further down and we drew filthy water from the bottom until it was less filthy and we couldn't get much more out. Rosita went with Ana to get some forage for her sheep while we dug out her well. After they returned and the job was done, Ana exclaimed, "Thank you so much! God really does exist!"
"He sure does! Come visit our church Sunday!"
"I'll be there. What day is today?"
Ana was at the church door at 10 am sharp! She reports the water comes out clean and tasty now.
