Yesterday I got to taste some of the cleanest, freshest, coldest water I will have in my entire life. I didn’t realize that at first.
I was about seven miles into a hike in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and I was out of water. I had passed some dead and stagnant pools of water that I can draw from in an emergency but was holding out for a better source.
Near the top of the ridge I passed over a small stream and so there wasn’t much water there. At first, I was a little incredulous. To draw enough water I was going to have to hike down at least 25 or 50 vertical feet and slowly fill up my water filter.
I sullenly hiked down. It wasn’t until I got further down I realized that the stream was small because that was the spring bubbling out of the side of the mountain. This was living water. I was as close to drinking cold, fresh and pure water as I could be.
But my perspective had to change.
- I had to literally get down so I could observe that this wasn’t a small muddy stream but a fresh spring
- When I got down I realized that there was as much water that as I needed
- I had to change my mindset to realize that this was a privilege and not an inconvenience.
The stream I came across wasn’t good enough, the spring I drew from was the best. The only difference was my perspective.