The Prayer Retreatwhole rest

48 hours.

Unplugged from the internet.

Hot teas.

Books with pages.

Comfy throw blankets.

My softest pillow.

Walks through the woods. Long pauses on the dock. Aimless hours with Beethoven and Bach.

Favorite Bible. Current journal. Plenty of paper. Loads of time.

Time to be.

Time to be with Jesus.

Undistracted.

Unhurried.

Unseen.

Together we will rest. Together we will read. Together we will walk.

And together we might cry. Together we might laugh. Together we will dance.

Because the prayer retreat is really a gift, not a quest;

a celebration, not a searching.

God is not lost.

 I have been found.

This is more of a soaking than a reunion.

For God, Himself, is my true home.

And 48 hours refreshes that address.

 

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