On The Bathroom Floor
Some raw words from a now-deceased woman that just might give you permission today to be honest about whatever you're going through and trust God can meet you there... even on the bathroom floor : "I have had cancer three times now, and I have barely passed thirty. There are times when I wonder what I must have done to deserve such a story. I fear sometimes that when I die and meet with God, that He will say I disappointed Him, or offended Him, or failed Him. Maybe He'll say I just never learned the lesson, or that I wasn't grateful enough. But one thing I know for sure is this: He can never say that He did not know me . I am God's downstairs neighbor, banging on the ceiling with a broomstick. I show up at His door every day. Sometimes with songs, sometimes with curses. Sometimes apologies, gifts, questions, demands. Sometimes I use my key under the mat and let myself in. Other times, I sulk outside until He opens the door to me Himself. I have called Him a chea
