“Quiet down before God, be prayerful before him.” Psalm 37:7
For the past four months, I have been on a retreat of sorts—not the kind I presented in the past, but one I chose in to get away from my home for a while, to reflect on my current situation, and to consider plans for my future.
I attended my first retreat in the early 1980’s, along with thirty women from my church. The theme, “Come to the Quiet,” based off a song by John Michael Talbot, caught my attention. As a working mother with three children, quiet was something I longed for.
Frequently during that weekend, we listened to words of the song … “Come to the quiet … in the quiet I have stilled my soul …” At one meal we ate in silence—quite an experience with a room full of women. Ample time was built into the weekend for wondering around the retreat grounds, to pray, and to play after the evening closing service. The weekend refreshed my spirit and soul, but as with all retreats, one has to return home and enter reality-land again.
After Glen passed away, my soul needed to retreat. Maybe I was avoiding life. However, these days I’m beginning to picture myself in my own home, attending my church, and seeing friends. In another six weeks, when I pull into my driveway, I pray I’ll be ready to embrace my quiet life.
Lord, thanks for giving me time to retreat into your arms. Amen.