I just got back from another relaxing weekend on the banks of Lake Palestine near Flint, Texas. This country bumpkin always needs this time in the country to recharge my batteries.
Unfortunately I had to work Thursday so I couldn’t go out with the advance team for the retreat. Les Fleetwood is a Canadian so I guess an advance retreat team is something from Canadia or something.
My demeanor going into this retreat was different from the previous seven retreats I attended. I was well rested this time.
Clifford seemed excited to drive back out, too. He didn’t complain one little bit. Maybe that’s because I told the guys last year was likely his last retreat.
I think that just proves that my circumstances haven’t changed for the past eight years. God has been good to me all along.
Les informed me that JR Vassar didn’t give him the theme for the retreat until the last minute.
I think that explains why our t-shirts said Pivot on them and JR never used that word in any of the four sessions he taught. That’s my guess anyway.
Or, maybe that’s just another thang from Canadia, eh.
I never know when God will connect me with another one of the guys on these retreats. I spent quite a bit of time with Jim. We roomed together about five years ago.
The four of us who roomed together this go around had a great opening discussion time after the first session. We never got to the questions about the session. Instead, we shared our marital experiences.
We all walked away appreciating women who’ll stick it out no matter what. I know God does, too.
Somehow we got split up after the second session. So I talked with Bob since he didn’t have anybody in his room.
Bob helped with the check-in duties. That’s where we first got introduced.
He shared with me how he met his second wife after the first one died leaving him with two children to raise while he was in the Air Force.
He made sure he told me he’ll be praying for my situation before we left. I’m confident he’ll follow through with that.
I picked up trash on my walk back to the campground Saturday afternoon after my annual stroll to some secluded docks in a quiet cove. My mind was deciding what I would pray before dinner that evening.
Knowing the weather forecast I decided to say how much we need to remain grounded in the Bible because each of us is either coming out of a storm, in the midst of one or we’re about to be hit by one that will rock our world.
There were a few rounds of thunder that woke me up that night. Hopefully others remembered what I said when God woke them up, too.
One of the elders approached me a couple of times. He’d heard about my situation and wondered how things were going for me. I told him things are looking up.
Then he wanted to know about my writing later on. I told him about my blog. If you’re reading this thanks for joining me here Rafy.
Les and I had a semi-private meeting that may prove helpful in a couple of fronts in my life. The business venture might help Stonebriar out soon and my writing may get a huge shot in the arm.
That’s all I’m going to say about that for know. Stay tuned for further details as they unfold.
I don’t know if Clifford, the big red van, will be around to help at next year’s retreat or not, but I sure hope I am.
I have no doubt this country bumpkin will still need that quiet time in God’s country yet again.
You’ll know where to find me in twelve months.
I’ll see you later. Wade