You know that feeling when you get home after being out for a while... everything was great, nothing went wrong... the conversations were fine, maybe even really good. You’re glad you went.
And yet, the first thing you find yourself craving is a little space. A little quiet. Just a moment where no one needs anything from you. I’ve had that feeling more times than I can count, especially after being in a large group of people. When I get home, there’s this clear sense that my energy has been used up. Not just my physical energy, but emotional and mental energy, too.
For a long time, I think I quietly assumed that this was something I should probably work through. Like maybe I just needed to get better at staying “on” longer. Be more social. More flexible. Less affected by it.
And to be fair, I can do that when I need to. I can show up again the next day and the next. But I’ve started paying more attention to how much I actually look forward to the quiet afterward. Not as a way to escape anything, but more like a reset that I didn’t realize I needed until I started allowing it.
Somewhere along the way, something has clicked for me that hadn’t really connected before. I noticed how often Jesus stepped away from people to be alone. After teaching, after being surrounded by crowds, after a full day of people needing something from Him, He didn’t just keep going nonstop. He would go off by Himself, find a quiet place, and pray.
There’s a verse that says He “often withdrew to lonely places and prayed” (Luke 5:16), and that word “often” really struck me. This wasn’t a one-time thing. It was a pattern.
And that’s where something shifted for me a little.
I had never connected that to this feeling of mine before. I had always kind of lumped my need for quiet time into the category of something to improve, like I should be able to handle more without needing to step away.
But seeing that… it made me pause.
Maybe this isn’t something I need to fix.
Maybe it’s something I’m actually supposed to pay attention to.
I’m not trying to overanalyze it or turn it into anything bigger than it is. I just know I’ve stopped looking at that need for quiet the same way. It doesn’t feel like something I should push through anymore. It feels more like something I should make room for.
Do you ever feel this way? Does it help to remember that even Jesus made time to be alone after "people-ing" all day?
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