I haven't vacay'd in a while. Kind of a long while. Or maybe it's better put that I haven't had a day away from the daily grind in a while. Or if I did have a day away from my daily grind, it's just that I was grinding away elsewhere. So mucho thanks to gracious friends who lent me a beach house for a solo retreat, I've been here for under an hour and I'm already lounging, praying, reading, and doing all the good things that I normally try to shove into a time slot during my typical 24 hours, which is more like forcing those things into my life and enjoying them nil. This respite is timely.
Still with this rest, my heart is so incredibly heavy for the Syrian people; I can't shake it. It's kind of making me feel guilty for resting now and even feeling guilty for having the freedom to rest. I pray and pray over them and I feel like it's not enough. However I put my hope in the fact that one day God will grant us eternal rest on all sides. Americans, Syrians, Gentile, and Jew - rest will come for those who rest in Jesus. Come, Lord, and tarry not.