retreat

i LOVE to retreat. from real life. always have. generally speaking i love change. even just a chance of scenery. perspective. company. temperature. it feels like a fresh start. even to a day. so clearly i was looking forward to two nights with dear friends and Jesus in pacific palisades last weekend. and all my expectations were exceeded.

bronwen and i arrived an hour and 1/2 before the official retreat started so we threw our sneekers on and headed out for a quick hike. i was expecting a little walk around the neighborhood or something…which would have been fabulous b/c i love a good walk with a great friend..but we quickly found ourselves nature walking which turned into legit hiking up a canyon, vista, ocean view…amazing way to start the weekend.

we checked in to find every detail that could have been thoughtfully considered just amazing. herbal water. cookies. handmade journals and pillow cases. sweet treat on our beds. incredible.

we worshiped. we mediated. we rested. (i took a nap on the grass in the sun, and during ‘savasana’ in yoga. glorious). we processed. we prayed. we surrendered. to the tension of hope. disappointment. and the truth of Jesus.

and hiked some more. and snuck away for lattes and margaritas (two separate outings…of course). we giggled. oh…and we danced. for two hours. to kelly clarkson, michael jackson, and nellly to mention a few. and i was sore. from the hiking. or yoga. or dancing. but probably from the centipede. yes. i can do the centipede.

best weekend. in a long time.

“and provide for those who grieve in Zion – to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.” Isaiah 61:3

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till he returns or takes me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.

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