The 4 days I was at Sleepover #1 (Snoq. Valley Hospital) I didn't get a shower. Then the 8 days I was at Sleepover #2 (Overlake Hospital) it took until the day before I was transferred to rehab before they gave me a shower. You can imagine how good my shower feels at Sleepover #3! I could have the most insensitive klutz showering me and I'd be in heaven!! However, that isn't my good fortune. I... have a beautiful soul, older than me, with English as her second language and bright smile as my hair and body washing attendant. She works long hours each day showering men and women in every condition of ill physical and mental health. This lovely woman is the epitome of gentleness and pastoral care. Though she says she doesn't go "to the church" her hands are the healing touch of Grace, her voice the sound of joy, her presence ointment for my soul. I understand that God is bigger than we can wrap our minds around. Church buildings can't contain His glory nor can even the most incredible mountain tops. But still it surprises me when the Holy shows up in humble places. If you are like me, we tend to want to keep holy moments in a box- in church/ temple or certain people that have lives very different from our own (which have days of doubt, wrong decisions, broken limbs, throbbing headaches, unkempt promises, uncertainty, missteps, ...the list goes on). My beautiful shower friend has reminded me that although we do have to do our part in our relationship with God, sometimes God will come to us. All we need to do is to sit under the faucet of grace and let the warm water of cleansing, peace and healing wash over us. #GodIsNear #HealingWater #CarmodyStateOfMind