It's amazing how God repurposes spaces. Our guest bathroom was meant for occasional visitors, a convenience for holiday gatherings and weekend stays. Instead, it became my lifeline, my daily reminder that God provides exactly what we need, even when it's not what we planned.
The master bathroom upstairs might as well have been in another country. But this small guest bathroom, tucked away on the first floor, became holy ground. Not because we transformed it but because God transformed me through it.
Necessity became my teacher. Each morning, as I made my way to this bathroom that wasn't meant to be "mine," I learned something new about humility, about acceptance, about finding grace in Plan B. The master bath upstairs represented everything I couldn't do anymore. But this guest bathroom? It represented God's provision in my limitation.
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