Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
your right hand will hold me fast.
Oh, how I needed to get away! I still hadn't recovered from my son's spring hospitalization. In fact, I still hadn't recovered from my father's sudden death last year. The pressures of life, coming at me from every side, were more than I could continue carrying. Only setting down my heavy pack for awhile, pulling apart from the current ongoing demands that included care of an elderly mother's affairs, would restore me. With tremendous gratitude, I packed the family for our long weekend at our tiny trailer retreat two miles north of home.
Pray: Oh, God of all, pulling apart from You only makes me come apart. When life gets to be too much, no matter where I am, remind me to fall into Your arms.