Hot Tub

Shower or a bath?

I’ll take the bath. I am a tub girl.

Always have been.

My home has a tub that requires more hot water than the hotwater-tank can accommodate. Either that or the water-heater just doesn’t have the umph. Maybe it’s a little of both.

It’s a tub I would never choose. It’s massive. It’s a small pool. But it came with, so there was little choice.

Because I am a tub girl, I’ve tried to make it work. But the truth is, after 5 inches of hot water, the faucet runs cold. And I run frustrated. Because a tepid full bath is not my cup of tea. Nor is quarter-full hot bath.

So I’ve been cranky.


I was cleaning house. Scrubbing corners and crevices. Perhaps it was the fumes of the strong cleaner or the fact that I’d been bent over too long —but when I stood up the room did a quick spin. I began to lose my balance, tilted backwards, and luckily—and semi-gracefully—fell into the tub.

The tub in the guest bath.

The tub that is tiny and small and unused.

The tub that had been disregarded.

I sat in the tub, with yellow rubber gloves, waiting for the flying birds above my head to stop. Half of me in the tub, while my legs hung over the edge. And once I felt fine enough to stand up, the only way to do so was to swing my legs into the tub and pull myself up.

As I swung my legs over and in, I stopped.

There was a Goldilocks moment of “…and this tub is just right.” The same tiny guest bath tub I’d overlooked.

I had ignored all along. I hadn’t even thought of it as a tub. And I don’t know why.

My perspective was absolutely skewed. Something that was plenty, that was enough, that was all I needed, was right there the entire time.

The next bath taken was in the tiny tub with piping hot water—filled to the rim. And I was a happy bliss-filled soaker. Floating, I considered how often in life we fail to notice something right under our nose that satisfies the need. Meets the want. Is enough.

Often do I not know what to make for dinner, I have no meat in the fridge, but in the end I have the means to make a meal. Or the times when I have nothing to wear…and that is simply not true. Or I don’t have the money to go have fun, and that is far from true either. Because happiness does not come in a steak, new outfit, or a date-night leaving you with buyer’s remorse.

And even admitting these thoughts, feels a little humbling. Because where we live, where you live, is enough. Chances are that what you have to wear is plenty. And you won’t go without food. And you’ll be able to take a shower with clean water. And I’ll be able to take a bath in a small tub with hot water.

I have more than enough. But comparison is the thief of all joy.

This isn’t about guilt of what you have and what a 3rd world country hasn’t. It’s about, “what can you do with what you have” AND  “what have you overlooked?”

What do you appreciate about your spouse?
Even if it’s not a perfect marriage. Count those blessings.

What do you appreciate about your health?
Even though there is that pending issue. Count those blessings.

What do you appreciate about your family?
Regardless of how the holidays went! Count those blessings.

What do you appreciate about where you live? Even though you recently lost your home and everything you own. Count those blessings.

Maybe my heart is feeling full from contentment of a hot bath. Or that I’ve learned so much after a season of deep pruning and transformation. Maybe it’s the season of Advent around the corner. But I’m willing to see that I have enough.

Even when it comes to a tub of hot water.

Comparison isn’t always about what others have and keeping up with the Jones—it’s also about what you “used” to have—and now don’t. Living under those pressures is simply ick. Comparison truly is the thief of joy.

As you enter Advent, consider the joy around you—even in the smallest of bits. There is joy to be had. This is a season of hope and wonder. I hope you feel it, see it, experience it, believe it.


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15 thoughts on “Hot Tub

  1. Bravo!!! “For I have learned, in whatever state I am in, to be content.”
    How true your words are… as we begin looking around, we stop seeing the richness that is already ours. I love the image of the tub since I, too, have been there!
    Bravo!!! Encore!

  2. Loved this. I have wrestled most of life with comparison and know firsthand how it steals joy and robs me of a thankful spirit. Thanks for this reminder today. And PLEASE tell me I’m not the only one who started singing Eddie Murphy’s “Hot Tub!” song from SNL when they saw the tittle?!

  3. Don’t know why this post is making me teary eyed but I really needed to hear it. I have really been praising God lately for everything I have – I think more so as I reflected on gratitude each day this month in my art journal. But the bathtub really did it for me. I live in an older home with your basic shower/tub combo in the guest bath. And I never take baths because it’s just not the nice spacious, jets kind of tubs all my friends have – so my attitude was “why bother?” But this weekend I am going to light my candles, dust off my jar of bath crystals, grab my great book and take a luxurious bath in my little tub. Thank you for this gift!

    • Oh Sharon – thank you. And yeah, love that bath in the little tub. (jets are over-rated, really, they are! – and as a germ-a-phobe, I can tell you why they are… oh nevermind) Anyhoo, such a good reflection friend. Very good indeed.

  4. Well said! I once knew a wise man who said, “You can be walking on a beautiful beach and sometimes only focus on the pebble in your shoe.” Thanks for broadening the view. With love and gratitude ~ m

  5. Truth rings loud and clear in your post, Sherry. While I prefer a shower, I’m often drawn to give thanks for clean, hot water. It’s the little things we often overlook or forget. I love your line “But comparison is the thief of all joy.”

    Blessings ~ Judi/Danie

    • Wellll DAD! Yes sometimes it does get turned off because some girls love hot water and have no concept of when to get out of hot water. I’ve always been in hot water huh? 😀
      I suppose there is an entire story behind this…

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