Learning to refresh and recreate yourself, on vacation. Women’s rights and women’s health and women’s issues must include mental health breaks and emotional support of one another. The emotional support to give eachother a nudge and comfortable affirmation that personal breaks are in order, from time to time. Often it is too late, by the time we realize that we need a break. Like minded women and service oriented women must give eachother space to recreate.
Teaching women to love their husbands and love their children has been my theme for these 40 years of marriage, sometimes to the loss of my health and sanity. Teaching women to use some of their time to learn to thrive in the unswerving environment of constant contact with work and world is a somewhat more difficult task for me. Always connected to the phone and internet can become like a 24 hour nursing schedule which only a mother of a newborn usually has to endure. Always on call for this or that item. If you are not careful your care of self can go on the back burner if not in the trash.
I was reaffirmed by some photos of women reading and lounging in Nantucket. This is a place I have never been to, but it doesn’t have to be Nantucket to be a place for refreshing. Put away the cell phone and the news and the internet. Maybe not the computer, so that you can write what you learn from God on your journey to the inner sanctum of your soul. Where is my soul? Where is my heart? Where are my affections fixed?
We think because we make it to church on Sunday and pray and read that means all is well. It may well mean that, but it may mean that you are a good faker and more attached to the schedule of the usual than the true refreshing of attachment to God. Lord, forgive me for placing my reputation for godliness above the true relationship with you.
Seen praying? Seen Praising? Are you? Am I like the ones who delight in the being seen as a worshiper when my heart is all out of sorts. I must dig into the recesses of my soul and find out. I must get alone with God to know if that is the case? Healing is in your Wings, dear Lord, but if my eyes are on my bellybutton and on my aches and pains of heart and body, I am not reaching for the hem of your garment in your presence. How many women were well in body and didn’t reach out for Jesus? The need created the impulse to press into Jesus. I must be aware of my need to touch his hem for healing.
Heal me, Oh Lord! It’s me, It’s me, standing in the need of prayer. And refreshing and healing and heath!
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