I can’t even begin to tell you how long it has been since I first implemented a daily quiet time of worship, scripture, and prayer. Of course, I’m not perfect, it doesn’t happen EVERY day and it certainly doesn’t look the same from day to day either. I haven’t been practicing Sabbath for near as long, although it’s been long enough still that I don’t remember when it began. I do know that since my “reintroduction” to Jesus, I’ve felt a strong relational pull to spend time with Him. I’m lucky enough to have been discipled well, but it truly feels like my hearts desire to do these things.
Then along comes the opportunity to retreat to “where the mountains meet the plains” and for many reasons I go…
It’s a great scouting adventure I can experience with my oldest son.
It’s a chance to unplug and decompress.
It’s a challenge in every way.
But most of all, I knew that not only would my relationship with my son grow deeper, so would my relationship with Christ. I knew I’d plug in and surrender to Him more fully. I knew I’d depend on God to be my everything.
He has a plan for me and this was definitely part of it. I’m so thankful that I heard Him calling me to Him, and that I answered.