Have you ever had one of those weekends that was just so indelibly impressed into your heart and memory that you don’t think you’ll ever forget it? It was a WOW weekend for me, that despite the cliche’, was life-changing. The church we have been attending over the last few weeks was having their annual Women’s retreat at a lodge in Tulsa. I had never been to a women’s retreat before and I really hesitated because I didn’t want to be sitting around all weekend “talking” about our children and husbands as if now that we’re out of the house and away from their earshot, we had every opportunity to sit around and whine about our lives to other women in the secret hopes that someone will take up our cause as their personal opportunity to straighten them all out – in the name of love, of course. I can’t stand stuff like that. And I didn’t want to have any part in it. After signing up to go, I still had resigned myself to a weekend spent primarily alone in solitude to avoid the probing questions about my life and those closest to me. But nothing could be farther than the truth that I had whipped up in my own imagination.
My room mates were hand picked by God (an answer to prayer) to show me that not all beautiful women are petty bathroom hogs in the morning. (Another preconceived vain imagination torn down).
The food was melt-in-your-mouth delectable. I think I gained enough extra poundage to keep me in the gym for an additional six months in order to hit my target weight. No matter. It was worth every extra cheesecakey bite!
Bondages were broken.
New relationships were forged.
Hearts were mended.
Blessings were received.
And all of this is just what happened with me!
This weekend was so full of the riches of God’s glory, I still have not come “back to earth” yet. And I don’t want to. I want to forever remain in this state that I am. My heart was renewed and set ablaze. I was blessed by being broken.