This weekend was the woman’s retreat for my church. I was a part of the retreat committee. I have only ever attended two retreats, one as an attender and then this year as a volunteer for the retreat committee. There is a lot that goes into retreat planning, and I was only a small part of it. Man, am I glad it is done! It was a great retreat but being so intertwined in the process made it difficult to enjoy. I will say that the first night’s session was one that will stick with me for a long time. The speaker was talking about revival and how revival comes about. He was tossing around numbers and statistics and then he stopped and said that he wanted everyone to stand and begin crying out to Christ. His story leading into this time was that of a mom who was informed that her child was in a foreign land with a terminal illness, what would her cries to God sound like. I was standing next to a woman that I had only met as I sat down next to her and she and I grabbed hands and I began praying for my children, for my husband, for my marriage and for God’s quick return. Her cries echoed mine. We stood embraced by friends around and heard the cries of the other hundred and twenty woman that filled the room, there were tears there was desperation and simply, there was passion. In the months leading up to this retreat the committee prayed that the Lord would bring the woman that needed to be in attendance to the retreat and that God would be glorified. In a mere two hours, those prayers were coming to fruition. Yeah God! The evening session closed and I spent the rest of the night with a group of friends and our conversation was on the amazing power of the night… Our thoughts were that the speaker was presenting information and somewhat losing the audience and then he must have felt the spirit moving and followed and turned the night into a blessing. An open heart and mind brought about a great small revival in my heart. I walked away from the night confidant that the Lord was in control, in spite of drama and distractions that I was feeling.
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