SPA-More than a Massage

Fresh eyes for the morning and nursing as an alarm clock. This body is awake and ready. The race is set for 8. The location, the Hershey Spa. Stop. Don't click the red circle. This is about more than a girly morning at Hershey's finest. It's about seeking and finding AND a Noche Azul Massage.
The baby was fed, the Daddy pushed me out the door with words, "You deserve this, have a great time, don't worry about a thing." Ahh, me-time. A slow drive to the Hershey Spa, a familiar tune plugged into my speakers. NeedToBreathe, Go Tell it on the Mountain. I don't know why, but I can't get enough of this song. The words, so childlike, yet so powerful, permeating my soul like a knife. Go tell it on the mountains over the hills and everywhere...
This time was different. My mission was alone. Seeking His face in the most peaceful, relaxing, beautiful, manmade place, without a distraction. But then I thought about it. What is a distraction? Where are they? And I concluded, distractions are everywhere, even in the quietest of places, but the distractions cannot pervade if you don't allow them. Be on guard. Don't let your days be filled with distractions, unless your distractions are part of His plan.
Armed with a book, I waited my turn. I was the first one there actually. The entire hotel, spa, lounges, at my fingertips. Wrapped in a robe, I headed towards the waiting room where I snatched a few chocolaty muffins, hot cocoa, and a coffee. Breathe it in. Ahh.
Over by the window, I set my gaze on the pools, perfectly sculptured bushes, and the curving walkways. Beauty, such beauty. God, this is your day. I am so happy to be here in your presence. I am so happy to set my focus on you. I am completely yours this morning. All yours. All yours.
I opened my book to the page where I left off. There was a bookmark there, from months ago, when I sat for the last read. Ann Voskamp writes, "I only see it because I'm looking..." Boom. It hits my chest like a ton of bricks. In every moment, every second, let me be looking. Looking for Him in each moment and waiting to follow His every move. I keep reading. "God gives us time. And who has time for God? Which makes no sense." Forgive me, Jesus. I am so guilty. I want to use this time wisely, each moment, every second.
I barely got through 2 pages, however, my cup is full and overflowing. I read the last paragraph, "Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the things in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I've ever gained from being in a hurry. But a thousand broken and missed things, tens of thousands, lie in the wake of all the rushing..." I am being pruned for greatness. Keep pruning me God.
"Samantha? Samantha?",the massage therapist was calling my name. It was my turn and I already felt blessed. I already got more than I could have asked for. Ahh, maybe this is what Milton Hershey and Catherine intended for people to receive in their spa. Quiet revelation that money can not buy. Receive it.