Mom Time

And while the rest of the family roasted hot dogs and slept out under the stars?

I was at a ladies retreat. The stated goal of the retreat was to encourage women in ministry.

And encourage they did.

For a day and a half, we ladies were flooded with refreshment. We laughed and cried through challenging sessions and workshops. We were pampered with all the lovely things that ladies enjoy. I took no photos so just imagine candlelit dinner and tea, rose petal strewn halls, lovely decor, and food that looked and tasted absolutely delicious.

And then there was the fellowship. Singing, praying, and crying together with other sisters. Meeting new friends (including some of you Home Joys readers!) and renewing old acquaintances. Realizing that I'm not alone and there are dozens of other ladies with the same goals, desires, and challenges.

There is a million and one things I could share about the retreat. Right now I feel so full that if you'd squeeze me I'd drip. There was so much that I need to sit down and process. I want to spend some time this week discerning what it is the Lord wants me to do/change/be as a result of the truth I learned.

But as wonderful as the food, fellowship, and sessions were at this retreat...as thankful as I am for those who worked so hard to make it possible...the overwhelming gratitude I feel right now is toward my Lord.

The theme of the retreat was Redemption. After focusing on our Redeemer, Jesus Christ, and the hope He brings to shattered hearts - how could I not come away encouraged in the Lord? How could I not want to shout aloud about the richness of His abundant grace?

I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wonderoud love to me:
on the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.

I will tell the wondrous story,
How my lost estate to save.
In His boundless love and mercy,
He the ransom freely gave.

I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant power I'll tell,
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.

I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heavenly love to me:
He from death to life hath brought me,
Son of God with Him to be.

Sing, Oh sing, of my Redeemr.
With his blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.
- P. P. Bliss