This past weekend, I led a women's retreat in the mountains of Idaho. It was beautiful. Snow on the ground. Temp in the 50's on Friday and Sunday. Saturday it snowed. But it was even more beautiful inside the retreat center. (I would share photos, but my little camera wouldn't work.)
When I first started being asked to lead women's retreats, my mom would ask if a friend was going with me or if I knew anyone there. My answer was usually no. Mom would express regret, thinking I would spend a weekend with total strangers. But that has never been the case, because all of those retreat weekends have been spent with sweet sisters in Christ. They aren't strangers. They're family. And I love being with them.
That was my experience once again this weekend. I may not remember all of their names without name tags, even after three days together, but their faces, their smiles, their laughter have been imprinted on my heart for eternity.