I'm home from work today, fighting a cold and the chills (currently wrapped in a blanket, wearing socks and sipping peppermint tea, which would be quite lovely if I wasn't sick) so I thought I'd try to rectify what has become a rather boring blog.
This weekend, I headed off to a church women's retreat on a nearby island. While I was looking forward to it, I was also a bit...weary, to be honest. October has been an insane month; I was only in town the first weekend of the month, so I was wondering if this retreat would burn me out. Quite the opposite happened. I came away feeling refreshed, encouraged and loved. Because of my traveling this month, I haven't been to my church in awhile, and it was so good to be around those I know and love. Church family is different than any other group, I've decided. You don't necessarily choose them (well, you do to some extent, but I think you know what I mean), yet we are called to love them and do life together.
Everything from the games we played to the teaching, singing and free time was wonderful. I came away feeling ready to face life again (and on the verge of getting sick, but we won't mention that).
(Photos: Top is from the Pt. Townsend Ferry, bottom the view from the house I stayed in.)