Mark 6:31 Then because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.”
With each passing minute I feel more and more like a rubber band twisting tighter and tighter. One more second, one more twist and SMACK! The sting that comes hurts me and everyone else close. I love my family.
I love my friends. And I love being with them. But there are those times when I’ve given all that I can and I’m spent. That’s when I become the crazy rubber band (wo)man.
My mind is screaming for some empty air. I’m suffocating. I need a retreat.
Ah, Paradise! Sweet relief. I’m alone at last. Nothing between me and God except the air I breathe.
For just a few hours it’s just the two of us. I can shout His name. I can dance around like a fool and sing out of key to the top of my scratchy voice.
No one to see. No one to hear.
Exhilarating freedom. Exactly what I need.
Ever been there?
Jesus must have noticed that the disciples might be feeling like that too. Like they needed a break. In Mark 6:31 it says, people were coming and going. The disciples had given all they had. They’d been with Jesus ministering to multitudes. Perhaps they didn’t notice they needed a break but Jesus noticed. He took them off to a quiet place, alone to get some rest.
When we are taxed to the max, we need to retreat to recharge.
For just a few hours. That’s all.
I know I need time to re-calibrate, to gather myself.
Just knowing I have the freedom to do everything, (the mail to be filed, the laundry that’s piled) or relax and do absolutely nothing, fills me with excitement and relief all at the same time.
A few hours where no one demands my attention. No friends to entertain. No one to say they’re hungry. No one to say there aren’t enough socks in the drawer.I need a few hours to get back in sync and reset my clock so I can find my rhythm again. The gentle rhythm of wife, friend, mom, sister, daughter. The person I really am not the crazy rubber band (wo)man.
A few hours. That’s all I need.
By the time my “alone oasis” dries up I’m filled up again.
When I’ve gathered my strength I’m ready to welcome them back. The friends, the family I love so dearly.
Ready to go back for another round of changing sheets in the guest room with the revolving door, finding the ketchup in the refrigerator, and cleaning cemented peanut butter off the knives in the sink. And now feeling blessed, not stressed to do it all.
I would love to hear what you do when you need a retreat. How do you recharge your batteries?
I’m joying in the journey!