A few weeks ago I got back from a long, much needed stay in Maui. Sun burns, boardshorts, snorkeling and glorious sunsets became my normal. The week before that, I was helping to lead our church’s annual mission trip to Ensenada ( I literally had two days between Mexico and Maui, from Hola to Aloha!) and the week before that I led our annual college/young adult retreat.
As you have probably guessed, I was pretty burned when I arrived in Maui (yes, I do need to plan my summers better!). We landed, bought food, and went to our hotel. A long month with two short days of preparation were followed by what you may know is a fairly long day of travel. When I got to the hotel, I sat down on the couch and fell into an unfamiliar daze.
Though they weren’t great, I had set aside some times of intentional rest between my crazy events; which is probably what sustained me emotionally through it all. Yet, when I sat down on that couch in Maui I actually found myself emotionally confused. For the first time in months, I had nothing to do. No deadlines, meetings, or plan-making. There was no need to rush in travel or anything. My family was already at the pool and I was just sitting there, perplexed.
I sat for a while, realizing for the first time the emotional toll which this season of ministry had taken on me. I was now free to do whatever I want, in paradise, for a wonderful amount of time; and yet I sat there, staring off into nothing. It probably took me two or three days to recover. I didn’t sit on the couch the whole time, but I did catch up on sleep, read for long periods of time, swam with my daughter and just generally produced absolutely nothing. It was phenomenal.
After the initial emotional shock of my arrival, I enjoyed Maui as anyone does. Yet in all of this, I often reflected back on our need for rest and how when we get our of rhythm, there are inevitable consequences. Our church recently did a series on rest, which we blogged about and you can check out here.