On Saturday (in late afternoon), I decided to take a bath, which is a strange time of day for me to do that because, normally, I like it dark, candles lit, etc., but sometimes, I think God prompts us to do things so He can speak to us while we’re doing them, and this just so happened to be one of those times.
Since I usually do this at nighttime, it was a little odd being able to see. Shortly after being in the water, I scratched my arm and noticed gunk under my nails, so I rinsed them off in the water. Even after washing, I scratched my arm and collected dead skin, and rinsed my hand in the water again. (Trust me, this is going somewhere.) Right about then, my eyes were opened. Continue reading