Retreat Memories

Dear Reader, if you know me, you’ll know that I love retreats. Today’s post is a reflection from my journal dated July 15, 2022. I share it here because it is tender to my heart and because I hope it inspires you to consider going on a retreat yourself. There is something about getting away to seek the Lord in quietness of soul. Clutter moves aside and what is important tends to rise. Such is the case discovered below.

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This retreat has primarily been a gentle stirring of the hand of God within my heart. Not a deep unearthing. Just gentleness. Just holy slow simple yearnings.

I’m grateful for the

not have to’s - not ought to’s - not whatevers

It just was - what it was - and I rest…

Stirring of dreams roll again in my soul

having been buried yet still alive

my call to write

in finding / accepting / owning my voice - my heart

I find again what was there

waiting. calling. wooing

I find me

in Christ

and maybe… just maybe

in a healthy way

I find me - in others

through reflections of wholeness

even in wounds

He is the fullness that fills all in all

and all includes

me.

Thank you, Lord.

Mary