Just in time for our church retreat this past weekend, the rain stopped and we saw beautiful blue skies.
But before that, we took one last walk in the pouring rain because my kids begged me and I said yes. I can’t believe it either, but after four days of going stir crazy in a townhouse, for the first week of school no less, I decided to put aside my own issues about walking in cold, pouring rain and became the better mom. The mom who says yes to crazy things like this.
We were drenched by the time we came back home. Muddy and drenched. But, I have to admit, it was a nice memory with the kids.
That they better not ever forget.
Now, let’s talk about the church retreat.
It was so much fun. We go to a smallish (150 families or so) non-demoninational church but it’s still difficult to really get to know everyone. People are coming and going and schedules and commutes make it hard to stay connected. So these retreats feel like a family reunion of sorts. You get to catch up with old friends and you meet people who are brand new to the church, too. Or maybe they’ve been coming for a year and you asked them if they were new but they’re super nice and don’t make you feel awkward whatsoever for being a little slow on the uptake.
Not that I would know anything about that.
This retreat was awesome. Not only because of the RETURN OF THE SUN, but it was our annual missions conference (which I loved getting to know our missionaries who serve in Romania) and Max got baptized at the retreat, as well. He’s been asking to do this for a while now and he and Mike have been discussing the meaning of believer’s baptism. Last Sunday he talked to our pastor and we all felt like he was ready so the retreat seemed like the perfect occasion.
The water was freezing cold (but he had been preparing himself for his baptism by swimming in the pool for at least 2 hours leading up to it). He was really excited but I don’t think he was expecting a large crowd to be standing around watching. I’ll never forget his expression as he came up out of the water and looked around at everyone cheering.
Then Mike led us all in a prayer that made me cry.
I could write more but I feel like the story is Max’s to share one day. I’m so proud of him. He has such a tender heart for the Lord. I know that God has big plans for his life!