We all need a vacation from business as usual. Whether we take a break from school or work, a respite from the daily grind is rejuvenating. We come back from a trip to the beach or the mountains refreshed and ready to return to our responsibilities.
A vacation is something to look forward to, to dream about when the job turns to drudgery. Sometimes the idea of it keeps us going during a stressful stretch. “Five weeks from today, I’ll be in Chicago,” we tell ourselves. We can hang on a little longer.
In my 52 years, I’ve been scared of a lot of things and situations.
But, why? I think it is called lacking faith in myself.
I remember as a child, I was scared to death of the dark. It was really silly because I shared a room with my sister, Kim, and my parents’ room was a scream away. I think I had convinced myself I was seeing monsters and things were going bump in the night. I later found out the bump in the night was just our house settling.
Don’t you wish you could go to the store and purchase a bottle of time? Wouldn’t that solve many of your stress moments and certainly help you complete your to do list? Time is something that either is controlled by us or controls us.
Recently, I was attending a funeral and I heard, “I wish I spent more time with her,” “I wish I talked about this,” “I wish …” You get the point.
About 10 years ago, Morgan Morrow, 24, developed a desire to visit missionaries in Liberia and collect supplies for the people there. In March, she finally took the leap and went to the country in West Africa.
It all started when missionary Albert Stewart, a former member of Faith Apostolic Church, which Morrow attends, returned to the church to present what he had been doing as a missionary in Liberia with his wife, Tegeste.
“When he played the DVD, it broke my heart and I felt a burden,” Morrow said.
Those connections we forge with family, friends and coworkers that sustain us and prod us and make us better than we could be by ourselves.
It’s about the bouquet of flowers the friends of a colleague of mine sent her at work when she was going through a rough patch caring for her ailing mother. That circle of friends has taken her out to breakfast, cried with her and listened to her as she’s grappled with the difficult decision of moving her mother, no longer able to stay in her own home, to a nursing home.