In 24 hours we will be closing out the first night of the Soulfeast retreat. To even type that makes my palms sweat. My kitchen table is still covered with items to be packed up. My clothes are piled on the floor waiting to find their way to a suitcase. My need for time alone with God and in prayer couldn't be greater and I need to get to bed. I will run on adrenaline for the next three days and then collapse on the couch in a deep sleep from the physical, spiritual and emotional exhaustion that is sure to follow. I wouldn't want it any other way.
This blog isn't so much to inform or air my thoughts, as it is to ask for prayer. So if you are reading this - I am asking YOU - whether I know you or not. We have an amazing group of women going on this retreat for the next three days. I want them to know and feel the presence of Christ this weekend. I pray that their souls are fed, their families cared for and in some way their lives transformed forever. Not because of anything we will do or say, but because they are coming to meet with God and when they seek Him with all of their heart, they will find him. Women from all different backgrounds, denominations and each with needs similar, but different. I pray that Penny Swindall and I uphold the precious gift that God has given us in being a part of this retreat. We are simply there to open the doors for the women and welcome them in. I can say with absolute certainty that the retreat is all God.
I also ask for your prayers of protection over my family and myself. I have felt the enemy biting at my ankles all week - I keep kicking and holding onto the promise that if I stand firm and resist the devil, he MUST flee from me. I'm standing firm.
When all is said and done, may God be praised and the women testify to his greatness and faithfulness.
His Humble Servant,