Last year when I left for my first ever silent retreat, I was burnt out. I was desperate for time away to recharge, aching for peace that I hadn't felt in so long. And I got it, big time.
I was kind of expecting that this time. Truth be told, every night by 5pm I am counting the minutes until my husband walks through the door. I'm done with the crazies.
Last Friday, as I drove through the winding roads to my destination along the water, to rest and recharge, to learn and grow, I was at peace. It wasn't like last year in my desperation to get a break. I was looking forward to what the weekend held, but my heart was at home. With the crazies, if you can believe it.
The retreat was encouraging, I felt more drawn into a closeness with God, I learned new things. I had lovely, copious amounts of quiet. But oh how I longed for my family as the weekend came to a close. To revel in the chaos, to squeeze my boys, to gaze on Frances' dimples, to kiss my husband.
So I'm grateful for both. For the peace and joy and contentment that's in my heart that definitely wasn't their a year ago. For a chance to bask in the quiet beauty of God's goodness. For the crazy, chaotic, lively life I got to come home to.
I'm thankful for all of it; it's more than enough.
How about you? What turned your heart toward thankfulness this week?
Big or small, I'd love to hear about it.
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