The retreat was two weeks ago.
I don't even have an excuse. I just...nope. I kept thinking about doing a blog post, and then putting it off. And off. And then feeling guilty and putting it off more. When on earth did blogging become something to guilt myself over? I don't like it.
A List, Because I Feel The Need To Sum Up the Weekend And I Don't Want to Write A Novel
+flashlights after dark
+playing go fish, the whole small group crammed into one top bunk, rotating every few minutes so our legs wouldn't cramp
+piggybacking to worship sessions because we didn't want to put shoes on
+the ridiculously long time it took to get into the girls washroom at 1am when they finally let us go to bed
+nerf gun wars in the forest
+Brooke with a camera permanently slung around her neck
+chocolate which I thought was leftover from Halloween until I realized that it was only the 27th and Halloween hadn't happened yet
+praying as a small group, arms slung across shoulders
+just singing, all the time
+mushy walnuts and prickly pinecones constantly underfoot - dangerous in the dark!
+the enthusiastic 9th graders
Going from public school to this...I mean, I love school. But...after a while, it gets so tiring! Being surrounded by people who have completely different priorities and personal boundaries and opinions...and then to go and just spend a weekend away, with people who understood and accepted without giving me The Look (you're a Christian? you don't drink? you're saving your first kiss for marriage? WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY??) it was just good. I forgot how good. ☺