by Tally H
Imagine a place where ocean, trees, and mountains meet, where time is set aside for conversing over coffee and for canoe rides and jaunty forest strolls, and everyone pitches in to help clean up at the end of the day. The soundtrack is amazing, and all join in doing the Lord's work feeding the season's last mosquitoes.
Such was the Place retreat. To spend a weekend among friendly and interesting people eager to talk, to listen, and to raise their voices in every kind of joyful noise imaginable (the cowbell had not previously occurred to me as an instrument of praise) was a delight and a privilege. Much time was spent in conversation over mugs of hot caffeinated beverages, the only drawback of this being that one was also prone to spend a great deal of time in the washroom. But even there I found opportunities to meet people!
And the craft - that's when I knew I was among like-minded folk, when the adults were given an opportunity to do a craft. It was like getting to be in Sunday school all over again, but this time with fingers better coordinated to handle the scissors. (Tissue paper never gets any easier to deal with.)
All in all it was a fantastic, restful experience. I came away from the retreat praising God for putting such great people in my life - in all of our lives - and for coffee, music, Amy Grant, and even tissue paper.
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