Soaked to the skin

Sunday afternoon before our VBS started here in Osikova, we thought it would be nice to get out and pass out some flyers and invite new kids to come. We have our Sunday service in the afternoon at 2pm. So after everyone went home we spilt up into three teams and started visiting homes here in our village. Jason took one group and drove to the village next to ours to try and drum up some interest there. We had not been out there very long when we saw some very dark clouds headed our way and it started raining. Now I don't consider myself a whippie missionary, and I thought we could wait out the storm, and our group stopped under a tree. Wrong choice. It started lighting and I knew we had to get out of there. Just about a block down the street was the grandma's house of one of the girls in our group. But getting there was a problem. We were running in the rain and I couldn't even see where I was going. I was wishing for windshield wippers on my glasses. When we finally made it to grandma's house, she brought us in and gave us dry clothes to put on. Most of it didn't fit but we were thankful to be dry. We had a fun time laughing at our grandma outfits. Jason came and picked up in a few minutes and when everyone got back together we all shared our stories. Needless to say not much more calling was done that night. Yes, we were all soaked to the skin but glad to be safe.