Lazy days of sipping lemonade by the poolside, sleeping in without a schedule to keep, and reconnecting with my kiddos of whom I lost track of during the hectic school year. It’s been absolutely wonderful.
I find myself losing track of time with the lack of routines. No alarm clock. No baseball, tennis or volleyball practice. No homework and weekly spelling tests. Life has slowed down tremendously, and I find myself relishing in the slower pace.
However, I’ve noticed something about myself. In this summer mode of freedom, I often find myself wandering. Realistically, I know many of you will relate. It’s in the heat of summer that we find ourselves ecstatically sharing about our vacations, boating adventures on the lake and special family moments. We fill our weekends with incredible recreation and fun. But in doing so, do we also tend to take a vacation from God?
Although I have more time on my hands than usual, I find myself wandering away and making little time for God. My heart wanders to other things that I want to do. Fun little things. Not necessarily bad things. Just things that are taking precedence over God.
My guilty conscience begins making excuses, like “You deserve a break,” “You can spend time with God later” or “It’s not that big of deal.” But inwardly, I know I’m caving..caving into the lies.
Dear Lord, may this become my prayer, my heart’s desire…
“A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah. You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.” Psalm 63:1