I prayed my heart out last night. Typically I fall asleep fairly quickly, but last night I earnestly asked God for seasons of refreshing for Anna, Ben, Renée and me.
Don’t get me wrong. Yesterday was a positive, enjoyable and peaceful day, but the four of us have been through so many hard and heart-wrenching life chapters.
“Please God, oh God please, give us seasons of refreshing.” I prayed so hard I ached. Once I felt God heard me, I felt peaceful and drifted away into a good sleep.
This morning when I woke up Anna was still asleep and both Ben and Renée were meeting with friends. So, I started my chores for the morning. I often find them relaxing.
In the midst of unloading the dishwasher, I felt God impress on me that the “seasons” in seasons of refreshing aren’t always long stretches of time. They often come in a series of short seasons. Maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe an hour.
When Renée got home, I stopped for a late breakfast and told her about praying my heart out and what I felt God impress on me.
“Yes,” Renée said, “don’t you remember?” She paused. “Remember when Jesus told the disciples to come away and rest awhile? He told them to get into the boat and cross over to the other side. As soon as they arrived on the distant shore, the crowds gathered and they went straight back to work. The ‘rest awhile’ happened while they were crossing the Sea of Galilee.”
She smiled. “I think I need a relaxing boat ride one of these days!” We laughed. Often just talking with Renée is a season of refreshing for me. Now you know why…