Trail Head

For me, city life is a steady ascent towards insanity. After four weeks or more, I reach a red-line level of  industrial civilization tolerance and must get away. Following the pattern of the One I love the most, I retreat. So, two weekends ago I met Him and myself and my friends in the mountains for a weekend that healed and rejuvenated in a variety of ways.

These are sweet times of indulgence. 

While I feel confirmed in my placement in a city that at times feels like the driest of deserts, there is a longing for a separate peace. It is like disdain and love have combined in a vigorous way. But is that not what He meant when He said, "Father, take away this cup?" For as much as His love preceded the comment, displacement from His present situation was still desirous.

And so we hunker down presently. Enjoy slivers of uninterrupted time in the garden. In fact, we go there out of soul-level necessity. Then we return to face the hardness of the Call accompanied by our Sweet Companion.

While my soul pants like a deer for water, I trust in the deep-flowing rivers of the Spirit within me. Irrevocable hope is provided.