I’m home, sitting on my couch with my laptop, after a lovely weekend retreat with the ladies of Brainerd Presbyterian. Last year I went, barely knowing their names – some of them absolute strangers. This year, I knew everyone, some of them close-like-a-sister friends.
It happened while I wasn’t looking. Life passes by, just like that, in the smallest, terribly usual moments.
All of the little things slipped by unnoticed, I guess – choir rehearsals, chats in the hallway at church, prayer requests shared, conversations filled with concern, laughs and silliness, Wednesday night suppers, I could go on and on.
But, here we are a year later : I’ve been on the road, and I didn’t even see it, until we were on the way to the retreat. I found myself beyond excited to spend time within a community of treasured friendship.
Our time together was a gracious gift from the Heavenly Father. I am so grateful that he set my feet on this road of life, on a journey of friendship.
daily portion 