Come Away to the Mountain

I had come away to the mountain, sequestered in an elderly mini-cabin on wheels, to read, listen, write, and read some more. Devotionals, Bibles, books by authors whose words like water pour out on parched land.

I sipped sweet cinnamon tea from a mug with a lid not quite right, that let drops run down my chin onto the page, brushed away as nothing, with nobody there to care. Open windows let the forest breeze reach through; its green scented fingers on my cheek, releasing ease into my clenched up soul.

A full life waited back home: family, cottage, friends, work, church, garden, yard – all good things I’ve waited years to find – I am blessed. I missed my sweet husband, but we recharge in different ways. He thrives in motion. I require solitude to recharge.

This past season, activity had prevailed too long. I needed to come away to the mountain. Cease striving. Be fed by Grace in stillness, like a sunflower just following the sun. What I needed waited for me there.

If you are weary, perhaps it’s time to come away. Even if it’s just behind a closed door with the tub full and the phone turned off. Just come away. Come away to the Mountain.

Amen.

Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” ~ Mark 6:31

Question: What are the ways that you recharge? Please share below.