I love alone time.
It fills my soul. I don’t need a lot of it, just a dose, an hour or so every week, and it’s just time for me to reflect and refuel my soul.
I find that over the days of my week I build up a resistance to all things human and it makes be brittle. I get to a place where noise is deafening and I literally can’t stand anything that is not controlled. I noticed that my fuses become shorter and shorter before I tend to blow up on someone or something. I don’t love that part about who I am, but one of the most important things is realizing it’s a part of me. I can either do something about it or ignore it. So I choose my word of the year, intentional, and do something with it.
After I’ve had a short time of space where I fill my head with sounds of incredible worship and the air around me with words of prayer, I literally feel the filling of the Spirit in me and I become human again. I realize the theology behind that statement isn’t accurate, but semantics… Maybe one day I won’t need these times of space and solitude, but at that point, you and I will be neighbors in heaven. Until then, I resort to a space. A resort, where we I can dream and pray and worship.
You should try it sometime.
All it takes is a really good cup of coffee and an atmosphere where the Lord can personally, refill your soul.
Enjoy your time away…