Married life with three kids is busy. Add a full-time job and a part time student to the mix and life is in constant motion. It is the constant "doing" that gives my life definition, and the busyness of life that I find my identity. And so like some kind of drone worker ant I measure myself and success by what I produce. It is a exhausting cycle of striving, reaching, and doing.
I long for a retreat, to focus on "being". All with the hope that I might find meaning and rest.
In his classic work, "The Practice of the Presence of God", 17th Century French monk Brother Lawrence writes:
