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Retreat

Retreat
Websters definition:
-an act or process of withdrawing especially from what is difficult, dangerous, or disagreeable

-a place of privacy or safety

-refuge a period of group withdrawal for prayer, meditation, study, or instruction under a director

Coming up? My annual trip to Heart to Heart...in the heart of the Ozark's, to allow some serious time for work on my heart!
  • Privacy
  • Refuge
  • prayer
  • meditation
  • safety
  • withdrawal
I love this time, grateful for another opportunity to attend. Grateful to spend this time with my mom. Grateful that my great friend will be going with me, for her first time at this retreat. (we have to fly and then drive...quite a distance from where we live) Grateful to see all my friends that I have made the past few years. Grateful for the recovery that God started at this retreat and grateful for the continued work that I have been able to do.

I can't wait to see what my "word" is. (every year, we are assigned a word...and usually there is some serendipity to the word we randomly "pull out of the hat") I am excited to hear the speakers and find out where they live and hear their stories, so I can learn from them, or be encouraged by them. I can't wait to spend quiet time with God, to journal, to seek and evaluate the things He will show me. I can't wait to eat! (the cooks are great!) And I can't wait to see what my love gift will be!

It is time for renewal, re-energizing, and refocusing! An entire weekend on the mountain top, so that I can be made into what He has created!

Jesus took . . . them up on a high mountain apart by themselves . . . —Mark 9:2

See you next week!

Comments

Paula V said…
I love retreats and need one bad myself.

Love your new layout and header.

Have a just wonderfully peaceful and rejuvenating time.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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