I do a lot of thinking and praying and processing in the shower.
And on the loo.
But seeing you didn’t care to know the latter, we’ll just hop back to the shower part.
In my effort to get more intentional about prayer – more specifically, praying for people other than myself and my immediate needs {so selfless, eh?} – I snagged one of my daughter’s bath crayons and stuck it in our shower.
My brilliant plan was to write the names of those people I wanted to be praying for on the wall so I could make a point of praying for them every time I showered {which, with 2 little ones…isn’t too terribly often, but hey…it’s a start!}
Well. You know that thing about good intentions…?
I had grandiose plans of super-spiritual P31’ness…which have not come to pass.
I regrettably confess that no names have made it into my wall.
Not one soul has been showered with prayer due to this dynamite plan of mine.
Not because I don’t want to pray for you. Or her. Or him. Or them.
But because, in the mean time, somewhere between good intentions and real life application…a funny thing has occurred: a running commentary between my baby sister {who stays over occasionally and uses our shower}, my husband and I has materialized on the wall.
2 weeks in the making.
Which has led to other…less appropriate for blog-publishing…sort of artwork and dialogue.
Tis’ true: my shower-prayer-tower-or-power has instead become a hub for complete nonsense and, most recently, very naughty conversation {this, I should add…was after my sister’s most recent visit, and was – thankfully – removed before my parents came to stay this week. Thanks babe for saving me from a world of embarrassment…my mom just didn’t need to know that about you}.
But it’s a start. And I fully intent on writing names on my wall. On a separate wall from that conversation, of course. That would just be weird.
So whether you get serious about praying for friends and family…or catching your husband off guard by naughty pictures on the wall…grab a crayon and get to work!
After all…where’s a better place to get, well…”dirty”…than in the shower?
