When you need to be fed -

Man.  I am hungry.  I am weak.  I am empty.


For the past few years, I've had the joy of planning (along with a lot of help!) our annual Ladies' Retreat.  Once a year we journey to the beauty of the Texas Hill Country and spend time along the Frio River.  We study, we sing, we relax, we have fun.  It's something I wish each of our sisters could do just once!  Last year was one of our best - who could forget out impromptu "hayride" to the new section of the camp and personal tour of the facilities?!?  We giggled like school girls and lapped up the wonder of our relationships.

Our retreat this year feels different.  While I was on the committee to get it going, now that we are about to leave on Friday, I feel very disconnected.  Elaine's death, along with other personal things, have taken me out of the mood and the loop.  Ladies are questioning me about things I just don't have a clue about, even though they are things we do each year;  what time are we meeting to leave, what do I need to bring, when will we be home on Sunday...?

I feel foggy... and I feel empty.

This year, I need to be fed.  I need to just sit quietly and let the Lord work through my Sisters to give my soul and spirit what I need.  I never want to NOT go, but this year is different. 

The Hill Country is my go-to place for emotional healing.  Andy has been known to put me in the car and just drive me around the hills on a Saturday.  I usually come home at peace and revived... and I'm banking on that again this weekend.  I know once I get there, it will "click in" and I'll love it...  but today, something's off.

I need to be fed.