Cleanliness is Next to Godliness

I am slightly obsessed with bathing.

Not because I have an insatiable desire to clean myself, but because I love the escape. And inevitably, when I take that divine plunge into the tub, my mind and heart turn to the Father. I guess it all began almost 4 years ago when I was pregnant with Jude. After a long day at work (nannying), I would slip into the warm water let all my concerns flow from my heart to Him. When I embarked onto the uncharted waters of parenting, my mind couldn't help but race with all the what-ifs and hows, and I found myself humbly dependent on Him. Praying for the baby growing in me, offering up my cares, asking for guidance...
Ever since, I have sought refuge in that quiet place. Whenever I find myself tired, stressed, sick, harried, my mind goes to the bath I plan on enjoying after the kids are asleep. And when I finally settle into the warmth, I pray. Even subconsciously, even when I planned on reading, it just flows from my heart. It's as if that space is holy ground; I can't help but turn toward Him.