Man alive, where do I start?
My SW does a great take off of the Tin Woodman from the Wizard of Oz who is rusty and frozen in place, unable to move. He manages to say squeakily through locked jaws, "Oil can." Dorothy finally gets what he is saying, gives him a few squirts, and before you know it, he's skipping down the yellow brick road with the rest of the motley crew that is in search of more than they are, either singularly or together.
That's how this retreat was. It has been many years since I have had the opportunity to move this freely in God, and at times it was even painful to get "unstuck," but who is complaining?
People went through complete craziness to get there, and to a man, I believe they believe it was worth pushing through every blockade from Beelzebub to be present and accounted for. The Benders as always manifested some of the most powerful gifts of hospitality I have ever seen, and I could not improve on Andrew's" fawning" (in a good way) over the food, fellowship, prayer, preaching, and all that made this the best retreat EVER!! Those who taught, thank you. Those who helped in the kitchen, thank you. Those who helped with kids, thank you.
My deepest thanks to the Amelang Amalgamation for their hard work, musically and spiritually. Truly you laid your lives down for the brethren, and my desire is that Father's blessing would be unmanageable for your tribe as well as anyone who had a hand in helping with anything.
I feel kind of lost without everyone close at hand, and it all just makes me hungry for the next retreat and spending forever with my BF family.