Today is the last day of my vacation. I will return to my pastoral duties tomorrow, grateful for a wonderful and restful retreat. As I processed the week I spent in Texas, I feel overwhelmed with love and appreciation for those with whom I had the privilege of spending time. I shared wonderful conversations with close friends, often ending our visits by letting them know how much they had shaped my life. I wanted to leave each place with joy.

     The Mid-Winters retreat in Austin gave me the chance to renew old relationships and celebrate new ones, as my soul needed the outstanding lectures from several incredible theologians. I sang a solo at the memorial service on the Austin Presbyterian School of Theology campus. I must admit that I was a little nervous singing at such a big event. Luckily, my voice held steady as I worked with an incredible accompanist who played the organ beautifully.

     There is magic in the little chapel on campus, because every time I sing in the hallowed space, my voice takes flight. I required no amplification. I stood and opened my mouth to sing Love Bade Me Welcome by Ralph Vaughan Williams. His lyrics, combined with his gorgeous melodies, presented an excellent opportunity to step back and let the music speak for itself. My heart was whole.

     I realized that taking time to refill my soul is necessary to be a good pastor. I find myself guilty of not finding space in my daily life to be still and let God speak. This statement may sound quite odd coming from someone who works at a church, but the business of the church takes over during the week, and if I am not careful, it can launch me into some strange places.

     My goal is to accomplish two important things as I close the chapter on the last few weeks. The first thing is to make time to draw closer to God. Time in prayer must be intentional and woven into each day. Most of the time, I can rearrange things to leave a little time for holy reverence in my life. The second is to live in a spirit of gratitude. I know that I cannot be happy every minute of the day. I am talking about a way of existing in the world. I make the choice, not a strange event or situation.

     Tonight, as I close the book on a wonderful experience, my gratitude meter is off the charts. I go back to the church tomorrow feeling blessed and ready for action. I feel rested and look forward to the many adventures that lie ahead. Here is to a new season filled with promises.