It had been a good but long 15 hour day. I left at 8am and returned home at 11pm with only a few hours before I had to get up and do it all over again.
But there were things separating me from that extra soft twin bed with two king size pillows. Namely: a shower.
I showered as fast as I could, sinus headache growing in intensity with every passing minute, but I kept my eyes on the promised land.
I reached absentmindedly for my facial lotion. Welcome cold weather, the phase of the year when my face is at risk of falling off because it's so dry. Lotion would bring me one step closer to dreamland.
But then I stopped.
I had an idea that would at worst be one step further from dreamland (and one step closer to a missing face) and at best relief to my painful head. Idea: to drape a warm wash cloth over my face.
So I did. As hot as I could stand it. It was heavenly!
In that moment, nothing but the warm wash cloth mattered. The rest of me was getting hypothermia as my wet hair dripped down my back.
But I didn't care. That simple hot cloth was the best thing that happened to me in all fifteen hours of my day (sixteen if you count the getting ready hour). I wanted to stay there forever, wash cloth over my face, cold hair dripping onto the floor.
Except I couldn't. So eventually, I bore the separation and continued my bedtime routine.
"Hey, Katie," God spoke but not in an audible voice.
Of course, He would start speaking as I was rushing to bed. Sometimes He's like my family, starting a conversation with me as I'm on my way out the door.
"Yes, Lord," I answered. Something like that.
"Remember how that wash cloth felt?"
"How could I forget?" Ooh! Jesus-like. I answered a question with a question.
"Remember how nothing else mattered and you wanted to stay there forever even thought your toes were cold and those hairs I numbered were matting together as they dripped water molecules down your back and onto the slippery floor?"
"Yes, Lord, and if You say to stay like that forever I totally will! After all, You're God and I'm not, so if you tell me, I'll do it obediently."
"Katie, stay that way forever. But let Me be the warm wash cloth. Bury your face in Me so nothing else matters. Not this world, not the job hunt, not even the fact that your pants don't fit. Let Me be your wash cloth."
"Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, 'He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.'" Psalm 91:1-2 NIV