En Route

                                                                     Everyday is a
                                                                      brand new day,
                                                                     Everyday is a
                                                                      journey.

People know me so well. Coming home from my retreat, right away there are messages inquiring what I have taken away with me from this trip. They know I will share this experience with all of you. 

I had no particular expectation of my take away going in, but I did pray about it. As Beth Moore said at the conference, whatever this experience is offering I want it all. I felt completely the same. I am open to whatever they are giving out and let's see how it looks on me when I come out the other end.

My trip did not start well or at least the part concerning my health. I did not sleep a wink the night before since I was afraid of not waking up on time. I had to leave my house around 4:30 a.m. to catch the 7 a.m. Amtrak at Union station. Don't forget that I arrive home every night from work around 11:15 p.m. Also, I've been experiencing tummy problems for several days and I was concerned it would spill over into my trip. 

The entire "going" to St. Louis was perfect in every way. Everything was well organized and I spent the time catching up on my Proverbs 31 Bible study. The hotel was gorgeous and the food was delicious. For some wonderful reason, God decided to bless me with a strong tummy. For two whole days, I had no problems at all in that respect. I felt great. . . for two whole days.

The "going home" I was exhausted. I decided to stay overnight by Joe and Aubs., because I wanted to see their new church. That meant taking the early evening train, something I don't particularly care to do. It's always crowded and cramp. The two girls in front of me reclined in their seats, not leaving me much space. I knew I would miss my train home from Union station and I'd have to wait another two hours. I knew all that. I was tired, couldn't concentrate on anything, so I sat there with my eyes closed. My love for my son was greater than my distaste for the train schedule. 

I've always wanted to experience a retreat such as this one filled with several sessions throughout the day. I got what I wanted, but I also realized how exhausting it was. As tired as I was, I loved every minute of it. Definitely want to do it again. Tomorrow, I will share the knowledge I have learned there. For now . . . .

Have a Blessed day everyone.