Women’s Retreat: One More Day

Do you have a running list of things you need to take care of before you leave for the weekend?  Last year we took an informal poll on whether or not you prepare meals in advance for your family while you are gone.  The results came back with an overwhelming “no.”  Last week I had an idea… I’m going to prepare something that can be taken care of on Sunday night when I get home and am too tired or lazy to cook.  That something will either be and easy warm up meal… or take out.  You?

As you’re preparing today, packing and thinking of what to bring with you, be praying about what you will come home with.  We are praying the weekend would not just be a two day affair but something that will set the course for your year.  We are asking God for big things this weekend and believing He wants to do immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine in all of our hearts.

If you missed any of our previous emails, you can find them in the previous posts on this blog.

Until tomorrow, we’ll leave you with the lyrics of our hymn for the weekend and pray the Lord will bless you as you reflect on the timeless truths the song writer proclaims.  Drive carefully and we look forward to receiving you tomorrow.

Grace and Peace,


    When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.


It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!

My sin, not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:

If Jordan above me shall roll,

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,

The sky, not the grave, is our goal;

Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!

Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is well with my soul.


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