Day 16: retreat
My retreat most days is my car. I have a long drive to and from work. When it is winter, my commute can triple or quadruple depending on the roads. I spend a lot
of time in there and it gives me a lot of time to pray, worship and think. It also gives me plenty of time to scream, yell and cry. Because we all know that grief isn't constantly rainbows and butterflies.
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kids will do that to ya though...there's no such thing as a "quiet" place in
the house. So my car has become my solace place.
If I had a REAL retreat...a REAL place I would want to go and get away...it would be here. Along the
beautiful beaches of Fiji. A place I have always dreamed of going to
escape...even if just for an hour. The sound of the ocean, the feeling
of being (literally) in the middle of no where, the sand between my toes. It would almost...almost be heaven.
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