What a busy 72 hours. My weekend of quiet spiritual retreat turned into a very active, busy 72 hours. It is almost impossible to describe, it would take a book to try to give you all of the details. Needless to say it was not what I expected. They say no one arrives there by accident. The most unlikely group of women from all walks of life, all age groups, all colors and all denominations. I would never have thought you could take 30 women the pilgrims and make them into a spiritual group.
The planing and the logistics were staggering.
We were only about 2 miles from home but what a trip down memory lane. The catholic high school campus use to be a small catholic college. 42 years ago hubby was the night security there while he finished college to become a teacher. Bruce went to college there. Penni and I use to take hubby supper and spend the evenings on the campus. There was nothing but prairie from the college to Cental about 5 miles and nothing the other way either. The campus sits on the edge of a bluff over the river. The little chapel was in the back of the building overlooking the river, city and mountains in the background. Early morning gave us a view of the few balloons up and drifting over the river and city. We saw the run rise over the mountain and the evening lights were spectacular.
All the time I could see us viewing the same landscape 42 years ago.
I'm not sure how these hours changed me but I certainly felt loved and cared for. For the first time in a long time. My family is not great on showing there feeling and emotions. I quess I raised them that way. The last day we were given a packet of letters from people who had been praying for us during the retreat. People from church, my sponser, friends and family. I recieved a letter from Pat that had me in tear from the rest of the afternoon.
I'll tell you more about it later but for now it is enough to say that I left feeling special and very loved.