God lives in my shower.

I know it’s silly to say an omnipresent spirit lives in a tiled four-corner space, but it feels that way.

For me at least.

My husband used to ask, “What exactly are you doing in there?” Conversely, I would often wonder if the water even hit him while he was in the shower. He’s in and out in a flash, but not me.

“Leave me alone. I’m taking care of my business,” I’d reply but I didn’t realize the amount of truth in my words until a recent conversation.

While lathering up, shaving legs, shampooing my hair, etc. I chat with God about business matters from what to do about a tricky floor plan to which contractors to schedule for a particular job. I hear Him loud and clear in the shower perhaps because I’m alone in a confined space where the only expectation is for me to come out cleaner than I arrived.

When I have a creative block I head to the shower no matter what time of day it is. About 5 minutes into my session, it isn’t uncommon for a wellspring of ideas to flood my brain. I believe it’s the fluidity of water that makes the ideas flow, but I have to be careful that they don’t go down the drain. I’m contemplating a waterproof notepad I came across the other day.

Yeah, I know. Why didn’t I think of that?

Jot ideas right there on the spot and not risk losing them once someone barges in hollering, “Are you are ready yet?”

For some reason I thought everyone used the shower as a way to hit the reset button if you will. Showers are therapy for me which is why I don’t allow anyone to rush me, nor am I jumping out of the shower to answer a ringing phone. If it’s an emergency, then call 911.

There, naked and exposed, I also tell God all my problems and thank Him for solutions.

In the shower I can have a good cleansing cry and watch my problems disappear into that hole in the floor. When I emerge I always proclaim myself to be a new woman (and have a better attitude, too!). I thank Him for our sweet communion even if it’s just 5 minutes. It’s where I go quickly for spiritual refreshment.

Does God live in your shower?