Back in the 1950’s my widowed paternal grandfather bought acreage on a small lake in almost the middle of nowhere. With help from family and friends, and making do, he built a wonderful family retreat.
Part of the making do is the shower. Built by hand, free-standing in the basement, it isn’t a piece of fine art or a place to relax.
But it works. It meets our needs.
Over the decades and generations, the shower has taken on a certain presence of it’s own. For those of us who grew-up with it, it is just another part of the cottage. For visitors, it can be an adventure (after all, only a simple plastic curtain hides your naked body from the rest of the basement).
It can also be a juggling act, having one shower for over 24 people at times (the one toilet is augmented with a rented port-a-potty).
Yet, we also know that this is all a huge luxury. We are so lucky to have a shower with reliable, clean water. We are so lucky to take a shower at a place of beauty.
Instead of just making do, or even complaining, we embrace the cottage’s shower. Instead of welded corrugated metal, it becomes a beautiful and rare joy.
What things in your life are you making do with? A small house? A less-than perfect job? An unhappy relationship?
What parts of your life do you approach with hesitation, judgement, and doubt, which you can transform into a beautiful thing?
Sometimes the “making do” needs tons of work to get to a place that can be healthy, but sometimes it just takes looking at it from a different perspective.
God, help me see what I am “making do” with in my life, what I relegate to something to be lived with, rather than something to be enjoyed. Help me see the blessings in my life. Amen.