September 18, 2012


Our church hosted our second annual ladies retreat last weekend.
Eet was fun.

We ate and sang and listened to Mrs. Bemis speak.
We made bottle cap magnets (I was in charge of the craft this year since I'm the craft queen and stuff.).
We played games.
We slept in cabins.
The cabins had bathrooms. Which I liked.
We froze in the morning and sweated in the afternoon.

And we got to know each other a little better. Which was my favorite part.

I can't decide if this is my favorite picture from the weekend...

Or if this is...

I love our church ladies. Each one is different.
All shapes and sizes and tastes and flavors. Different opinions and sense of humor and skills and talents.
But in spite of all the differences, there's unity.
There's one who cooks and the other who doesn't. But that's okay because the chef can make yummy stuff for the non-cook ( Like Karen and Moma do for me, man!).
There's the one who gets under the hood of her car and rebuilds the darn thing, and the other who wonders where exactly the hood of her car is (Not that I don't know where the hood of my car is. I found it one time when I was looking for it.).
There's the one who gardens, and the other who kills plants by looking at them.
There's the one who reads, and the other who thinks reading is a chore.
There's the one with kids, and the one without... aka, the babysitter...
There's the one who loves Star Wars, and the other weirdo who actually enjoyed The Notebook (shoot me in the head.).

But at the end of the day, all our church ladies have one thing in common that brings them together: Christ. And the love of Christ.
And these women have shown me what the love of Christ is thru the love they show to me themselves.
I used to wonder at the love and forgiveness of God, but one day God said, Look at your church family.
And so I looked at them, and I saw the reflection of God's love looking back at me.

These ladies have loved me, without fail, without conditions, and I wish I knew how to repay them for it.
But I figure I can't because it's too big a thing to repay.
But I can love them back.

So I love you, HBC women. You're the friends of my heart.