I’m coming off a weekend away.
I was away on a women’s retreat with our church and the fact that it is now Wednesday should give you some indication as to the time needed to recover. I don’t know how those church ladies do it! I was ready for bed at 10 and they were just gearing up to go hard for the night! Next year, I’m gonna need to be training for this event.
All jokes aside, it was so nice to get away and to be by the lake. The camp we stayed at is gorgeous. Waking up with the water just a few hundred meters away is my ultimate dream so to get to experience that for a weekend was a real treat. Not having to cook or pick up after 4 other people was bliss!
That’s not to say it was an easy weekend. When you have uninterrupted time to spend with God and with other women who are just as hungry for Him, you go to places you might not otherwise visit in the busyness of your every day life. Those places are sometimes well hidden and without warning, they well up and catch you off guard. As awesome as the weekend away was, there was a definite emotional ass-kicking that took place. But I suppose that’s all part of the journey, isn’t it?
Coming home was hard and welcome. I missed by babies like crazy and it was so wonderful to be able to scoop them up, kiss their heads and hold them close. I haven’t been away from all three for that amount of time yet and it definitely tugged on my fragile heart strings to not have them at arms reach.
Thankfully, everyone survived and not surprisingly, the food I’d prepped at left was still in the fridge and pizza boxes lined the recycling bin outside 🙂