Even though
my home is a very old mobile home, it is still mine. I do not have to worry
about what time I am running the shower. Once, when three of us shared a
basement apartment, back in the 70s, we had to be careful when we took showers
or baths. The landlady lived above us. She’d comment the next day if she heard
the water running for that reason late at night.
It is also
gas heated hot water. I remember all too well my days growing up in the 40s in
Philly. Three of us kids got tub baths once a week. Oh, we definitely had to
sink-bathe (sponge bath) before we went to bed. No way would Mom let us get into bed dirty.
But we had coal heat back then. I remember the coal coming down the chute to
the cellar when it was delivered. Sometimes we didn’t have money for a load of
coal. The house would be chilly and we’d need to bathe in the pantry where the
stove was. Mom would put the oven on so we wouldn’t be chilled.
I also know
that we are truly blessed here in America. At least most of us are. Even here,
there are folks without hot-and-cold running water.
On top of
that, I have always loved the feeling of water on my skin. I love walking in
the rain, and yes, that means letting some of that rain fall upon me. When I
shower, my bones turn to jelly. I cannot describe how much it relaxes me.
So, every
night, after that blessedly wonderful feeling that follows a shower, I thank
the Lord when I climb into bed. That is my time for thanks for every little
thing that blessed my life that day. I usually always start out with thanks for
my home and the community in which it sits. Then I move on to the little
things. The little things are amazing in number, once the mind is trained and
open to recognize them.
Father,
thank you so much for this simple but blessed treat - the shower. I would say
you have no idea how good it feels to me, but I realize that you certainly do
know. Thanks again.
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