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re-engage






for the last 8 days I was in some far corner of the world.
well, not exactly.
just a few states over.
but it felt like it.
I was in a lodge in the mountains with very very slow internet, no cell phone reception and a single tv down in the basement no one bothers with.
ditto for the super slow internet.

instead there were mountains and flowers and trails.
the air i swear was different. better. sweeter. easier to breathe.

i have been home now for over 24 hours.
and home is good.
i was happy to walk in my door, smell our smell, set my bags down and sleep in my own bed.

there are the tasks from being home that i dread. like laundry and bills and dishes all piled up.
however, i was also slow to charge my cell phone, check my emails all hundred+ of them and start returning phone calls. even checking the tivo seemed daunting.

it isn't like i have to go to work in the morning, but i am still resisting this return to normal.
i tried to explain this to a friend today ( mainly why i was sucking so much at conversation).....and she used the phrase "re-engage with the world".
that was exactly right.
i was so eager to be home.
but i am resisting re-gaging.
i miss the simple.
being surrounded by God's beauty rather than so much noise.

usually i love the world. i love my cell phone and my fancy coffee and target.
but after a short vacation from it, i see no hurry to get back.

romans 12:2 Do not be conformed to this world, but continually be transformed by the renewing of your minds so that you may be able to determine what God's will is-what is proper, pleasing, and perfect.

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