withdrawal from enemy forces,
to pull back from what is difficult, dangerous, disagreeable,
a place you can go to to be alone to find rest and repair.
Sound like something you need?
I know I do.
As a teenager, I remember Fall Retreats
at Toccoa Falls, Epworth by the Sea,
GA District Camp Adrian, State Parks
or North Georgia mountains.
pillow fights, food fights, A sardine fight (yes, one unplanned and unnecessary! Never happened again!)
rolling down hills, climbing hills
(the side of Toccoa Falls
straight up, no concrete walkway!)
white water rafting, and tubing
playing UNO until 3:00 am.
Late night talks in the hall or the staircase
chapel services by the lake or the sea
and most importantly, relationships built and
decisions made for Christ.
These times are forever etched in the memory of my heart.
Just a small group in a small condo, laughing, crying,
praying and singing together.
The Theme, Psalm 139
"Where can I go from your Spirit:
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast."
"How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake I am still with you."
My prayer then and today is,
"Search me O God, and know my heart
Test me and know my anxious thoughts,
See if there is any offensive way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting."