I took some rather strange 'time out' on Saturday morning. Strange in that 'time out' usually means, for me, a quiet time: reading, walking, writing, reflecting, doing something on my own. This was spent with a dozen other women.
We gathered in my sitting room for breakfast. I provided the coffee, the croissants, the fruit and the juice. They provided the bubbly enthusiasm, the generous love, the warm companionship. We chatted for a couple of hours, reflecting on our lives and what it means to be a woman of God in the workplace. We gained support and encouragement from each other. We had 'time out'.
Renewed and reenergised.