When our children were younger, I had a dear friend who would
call to tell me that she was running away to the WalMart parking lot for some “Mommy
time.” The first time she called to tell
me this I just laughed and said, “Ok.”
Later, I went to WalMart and there sat my friend in her car having a
good Mama cry.
Well, I have not run away to the WalMart parking lot, but I
have run away. A few years ago my
husband went to work for the AR Baptist Convention. Because of school and my work, my two teenage
sons and I stayed behind in the town where my husband had served as
pastor. We were to move at the end of
May. Our family was basically separated
for almost six months. Now trying to
raise two teenage sons, who did not want to move and who were at the age that
they got on each other’s nerves, was not fun.
Stress piled up.
One day the boys were fighting. Actually, it sounded like a war. My nerves were shot and I made a
decision. I was running away. I grabbed my keys, my purse and headed for the door. I stopped where the teenage war was raging
and said calmly, “Food is in the pantry and refrig. I am running away.” Before I closed the door, my sons fighting
ceased and I saw bewilderment on their faces.
As I hit the road I called my best friend in town and told
her that I was running away for a while.
She laughed and assured me that she would make sure the boys were taken
care of. (Don’t you love girlfriends
like this? They fully understand when
you need to “Mama runaway” for a while).
After an hour or so of driving around and crying my heart
out, I returned home. I felt better and
knew God was in control. My sons were a
little relieved when I returned. I wish
I could say that I never ran away again but that is another story.
I look at Jesus and realize that He ran away from the crowds
and disciples at times. He had to in
order to have real quality time with his Father. Likewise, we need to runaway to unwind and
relax in the Father’s arms. I like to
picture myself crawling like a little child in to the Lord’s lap and then
nestling my face upon His strong shoulders.
As mothers, wives, employees, etc, stress gets high and life
gets hard. Out of curiosity, I did ask a
few ladies to share with me where their favorite runaway place was and here is
what they said:
*a bathroom with a LOCKED door
*Catos or Sams
*Memory form bed
*jetted bathtub with candles
*the garden
My dream runaway place is a deserted island with a good
book, a massive bag of M & Ms in a variety of flavors, and an extra large
Diet Coke. Only two things are allowed
at my runaway destination: girlfriends
and lots of laughter.
So ladies, tell me where you like to runaway to when you
have to escape the chaos of life?
1 comment:
Vickie,
I think we all have times when we need to get away by ourselves---when life gets crazy! I have a room in my house where I go, and I too sometimes see myself crawling into the Savior's arms for comfort. Thanks for your post!
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