Our weekend

Sorry folks, but I just have to talk! Adam is at work, so I don’t want to bug him. My mother’s at work, so I can’t bug her. Other people are not available either. So I guess that leaves you. :0)

We got back last night from a wonderful, Spirit filled weekend! It was so refreshing! We have some friends who’s children (two of them) will be going to Ghana, Africa in the next few months and so they invited many of their friends to a camp ground named Camp Bird to say “good bye” to the young’ns (they are both in their 20’s)) and to get together with us all. It was so wonderful to be with all these people; some of whom we have know for years and some of whom we just met. It was a wonderful camp ground, with cabins, a mess hall, a rec hall all on 150 acres. There is a 20 acres lake right close to the camp ground and the seclusion is just perfect! I will post some pictures tomorrow.

This camp ground is about 1 hours and 20 minutes South East of us. We came home at night, so we had lots of time to think on things in silence (the children and I went on Friday afternoon and Adam came on Saturday afternoon). We both have come to realize some things. Actually, I think this is more of a “wake up call” for me than for Adam. I realize that I was already owning this house in Rhinelander and that it’s not right. I don’t own it. And I don’t know if I ever will. (I really gave the house to the Lord last night and I really mean it. Does that ever feel freeing!)

I am thankful to the Lord that He has opened my eyes to see what I now see. I am thankful that my vision is more in focus than is has been for the last few weeks. I am thankful that we were able to see friends we haven’t seen for some time. It’s been a few years with some of them. I am thankful that the Lord is directing us and making decisions for us. I am thankful to serve such a wonderful, gracious, loving God and that He has given us the Saints to help us along, no matter where we are.

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