I could tell you about the awesome lighty-uppy rainbow skywalk in Davenport, IA.
I could tell you about being able to see Illinois from our hotel.
I could tell you about the Bucktown Center for the Arts or the amazing bag I purchased there.
I could tell you about the Art & Hobby Shop. By “Art” they meant picture frames and by “Hobby” they meant one hobby, that being model train building.
I could tell you that I stole hot breakfast, when the college kids were only supposed to eat the cold muffins and danishes.
OR I could just get this song stuck in your head until Christmas:
All would suffice as a summary of the retreat.
But I’d rather tell you about CHERITH (Care-ith), a special lady so much like myself that had the courage and conviction to release a huge burden off her shoulders while consequently encouraging the rest of our small group to do the same.
I’d rather tell you about the undeniable UNITY our college ministry now feels because of the brokenness and openness almost every one of us experienced on the retreat.
I’d rather tell you about the huge weight of something (bitterness? un-forgiveness? selfishness? pride? bittgivefishide? yeah that.) that was LIFTED off of my shoulders after years of being unable to give my fears to God and choose to be selfless and Christlike again.
I’d rather tell you about the TWO INTERNATIONAL STUDENTS who gave their lives to Christ last weekend and are so stinking excited about it! Praise God for Sharon and Manson!
I’d rather tell you about the thousand of tears that occurred last weekend. Tears of brokenness, tears of sorrow, tears of forgiveness, tears of joy, TEARS OF FREEDOM.
What a joy it was to go on this retreat, even though I am not a college student. On Sunday morning, I could feel the freedom resonating in the room. The joy was not to be contained. It wil not be contained!