Retreat

 

 

The word retreat has several meanings. It can mean to withdraw from a dangerous situation. It can also mean a period of withdrawal for prayer, meditation, and study. The latter is how I choose to use the word for this article.

I got up early this morning to begin a 500-mile pilgrimage to a two-bedroom house I affectionately call my “Prayer Cabin, nestled in deep East Texas. If you follow Hwy 287 south you could easily drive right past this place. The prayer cabin is not visible from the road. It is located about a mile down a dirt driveway and oversees a 90-acre private lake. There are rolling hills of pasture on the far side of the lake across from the cabin. A Pine Tree thicket is deeply rooted to the left including a gently flowing stream. To the right sits the large log cabin house where the owner and his family stay when they frequent this place. The lake also winds around a bend to the right going back nearly to the highway, but invisible from the road.

God has blessed me with the opportunity to come to this place of retreat at least once a year for the past 34 years to pray, write, seek God, and read. This place used to be very rustic. A flood damaged the whole place, so it had to be renovated. Everything is new here, but none of that is why I retreat here. This is holy ground for me. I’ve had profound encounters with God in this place. God has inspired and enabled me to write several books in this secluded sanctuary. There is no television. No internet. Nothing to entertain me or to look at it another way, nothing to distract me.

I brought a few clothes, some books, my computer, and journal. The only sound I hear is the tapping of these keys and the whirling of a ceiling fan. It is completely isolated except for my host who manages this place and he gives me plenty of space. Why go through the trouble to leave Brenda, the flock I shepherd, incur the expense of gas to get here and the toll on my body to make the drive?

My soul craves time alone with God. The kind of time when I can spend long sustained seasons in His presence. I crave time to think and write things that stir within me. I desire to slow down, rest and be renewed before the busy summer ministry season begins. Time devoted to spiritually recharging. Time to sleep if my body needs recuperating as well.

Retreat is what my weary and worn soul craves. Brenda and I hit the ground running hard a little over a year ago in Fritch, TX. She recently retreated with some high school friends. Now it is my turn. God is here. This is sacred dirt. He has graciously met me in many profound encounters over the past several decades. I prayed before I got here that this one would be best retreat yet. Seven people surrounded me last night after the service laying hands on me and praying for my time away. I know all too well how time flies here. I want to make the most of it. Signing off from the prayer cabin at 5:46 p.m.