The
creek’s appearance changed often. Calm weather meant nearly clear water. If it
rained north of us, the water would be brown with thick yellow froth. The
pesticides and herbicides from our neighbor’s fields washed into our only
source of water.
Our
full water buckets sometimes stood a few hours as we waited for the sediment to
settle and could skim the oil from the tops. When we could see sand, small
pebbles and even tiny shells lying in the bottom, we declared the water safe.
My
family’s life depended on that water. We assumed it was clean because it was
clear. Looking back, the poisons I ingested daily for nearly a year have never made me
ill.
I
have questioned my survival from many situations in my life. I believe there is
only one answer to my survival. God was active in my life from the beginning.
God
had a plan for me. His power protected my mind and my body from the harmful
toxins in McGee Creek.
I
continue to see God in my daily life. He is with me when I meet a new friend.
He holds me when I hurt and laughs with me in joy. Every encouraging word or
prayer spoken comes through nail-scarred hands.
“Can
clean water and dirty water both flow from the same spring?” (James 3:11 CEV)
“Before
I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I
appointed you as a prophet to the nations” (Jerimiah 1:5 NIV).
“God
is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1 NIV).
“May
the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that
you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” (Romans 15:13 NIV).
In
Christ,
Berta
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