Years ago, at the church Kyle and I attended in seminary, the worship team sang a song about being thirsty.
Is anyone thirsty? Anyone?
Literally, the song just repeated that line over and over. The first time we sang it, it was the first one of the morning and I looked around, half way expecting the ushers to come forward with trays, passing around communion cups filled with water. Yes, as a matter of fact, I am quite thirsty. When you sing about it for five minutes straight, a cool cup of water is about all you can think about.
For the past few months, I've been so thirsty. It's about all I've been able to think about.
Thirsty for spiritual and emotional rest, for a word of encouragement from the Lord, for a look at the big picture, for time to stop and evaluate. Thirsty for God. Thirsty to think on and remember what He's done.
Thanks to my husband, I am on a much needed personal retreat right now. (Have I mentioned how absolutely wonderful he is?) I've been reading, sleeping, journaling, praying, drinking coffee, sitting uninterrupted, and listening. I've been working through a wonderful resource, Ten Questions to Diagnose Your Spiritual Health by Donald Whitney that has encouraged and challenged me. That thirst for Him--the kind that's had me looking around for months for communion cups--has been both quenched and increased. I'm thankful.
I wonder, do you ever make time for a personal retreat? Do you encourage your spouse to take a personal retreat?
