Free to be me Florida Christian Bloggers Retreat Part 3

The Friday Morning Song

This is the chorus.

Laughter and morning joy.

The Hospitality of Jeff and Angie.

 Jeff was so kind and made me an egg without milk.

This is just their way if there is a need it is filled.

Everyone is made to feel special and loved.

 

We had Coffee and juice and pigs in a blanket.

Jeff with his effervescent yet subtle charm...Even gave possum in a can to Joann.

Have you ever seen someone bring such grace and poise to a can of possum.

YES possum, some folk still eat it!

You'll have to go check out her kids reaction on her blog.

Very funny.

This child must of been sitting under the humor tree for she was full of the fruit of it.

  

It was time to go tend the pea patch.

So after a wonderful time of morning fellowship and friendship we all set off to see to the retreat.

There was table setting and meal preparations, goodies bags to be packed with hankie, pen and many wonderful pamphlets a book and a CD. Too numerous to think off. I enjoyed the color coded M&M's too.

The store was being set up many hands at work.

We then attended the prayer room for our group prayer over the retreat.

While we were in the room praying I began to laugh.

It ws as I saw a thread rising up out of each of us and becoming a great cable. 

The strands were as if they may have been DNA. 

 

The strength of the corporate prayer was holy and I began to laugh at the beauty of it. 

I shared this with a few but found myself hushed of it with others. 

Those holy things best left holy and care as to it not being trampled.

We left that prayer room and set to start to tasks.

I was left to attend others and as I asked to do so I ran into a little bit of a trigger.

Our dear friend and fellow was setting up a table.

I innocently heard her ask of her babies and for some reason I thought of dolls.

So when I asked to help her she asked me to unload a box of babies. It was a small box covered with a plastic so I did not see what I was reaching into.

It was a box of soft spongy life like fetuses.

I almost lost my cookies.

I simply replied

"I am sorry I can not do this"

and closed the box. She responded "Oh just if you would put some of each color over here in a box please". She commented perhaps I need to have some healing of it and I had to just tune that comment out. Her heart was good but the comment untimely.

I looked down to see them for before I had just felt them.

Just then a pair of beautiful eyes said "here I'll do it".

We must all stop and think of the shoes that others have walked in. We may think and fight with great fervor for our goals and visions. Remember that there are many who we do not know what it is like in their shoes. Walk softly my friends in all of our good causes walk softly.

It is one thing to stop abortion another to heal those who have become trapped in the wake of it.

I fled to the prayer room into Lynn's arms and just wept

really cried my eyes out.

It was safe there with her.

Now I have done a lot of work over the loss of Nathanial my son never born.

It was time to weep.

That I had done very little of.

I belly wept and Lynn was there to hold me.

I held her in her concerns as well.

We were together there for and with each other.

It was beautiful.

I could not go into the shop so I did not do so much shopping.

The very thing I did have eye on sat too near the pro life display.

Later though it was actually given to me by Marsha at the farwell moment.

She is an amazing woman with great passion for the unborn.

I love her deeply.

Later that day a young woman came to me and opened up and poured her heart out.

I was tender to hear her.

I was tender myself.

I do not know if I offered you the support you needed and If I faltered I am so sorry.

I was still reeling a bit.

I had been reminded of how bad it hurt to heal after the wounds of an abortion.

I lost My baby almost 30 years ago and it is still fresh.

He is with the Lord and has forgiven me as has the Lord and I also forgave myself for such a choice at such a desperate time. It still hurts.

I posted my testimony over here at a Life Restored Blog

When we are so strongly involved in a cause let us always remember that those who were victims of the very thing we are so vigilant over need to be considered lovingly.

Marsha was so very concerned over the exchange and I was able to tell her . She spoke of getting healing well even with healing those scares can run very deep and close to the heart of a woman.

 

 The ladies made a luncheon and it was lovely.

 

 

 

 We all came back to the Green Frog Cafe after the meeting

 

 Worship was a pleasure.

 

 This little fellow was a reminder of the night before when that little frog kissed my cheek and fell to the earth as I jumped back in a start.

 

To she who has an ear...

 

 

Our Turtle Girl and her dear friend

 

Turtle Dove

 

 

The canyons I told you about

I do not remember who but his is what I told you.

This is obsidian in its natural state.

 

 This was all spoken with love.

Obsidian arrow heads and snowflake obsidian.

I had the privilege of seeing into the souls of a few of my fellows

Some courage taken as well to speak of what I saw.

Most received it as it was given some may not have.

That's alright I know I am a strange bird.

My eyes see the names of folks as they are...

It is like a giving of an Indian name.

Where each were named for who they are.

I fly in a free sky, free to be me was the retreat title and so I just was who I am.

 We were at the end of a day.

I had a young one so strong on my heart but nothing left of me so I came home with Connie the pillar. Comfortable and resting in her company I did as she said and just walked in and offered each a place and then just put my Jammie on and went to sleep.

I was spent. Over and over the retreat was to be a time of rest for me.

So even though I did not get to know many as well as I would of loved too...it was for me to rest.

In that evening hour a dear Turtle B came with a gift.

She is so beautiful!

 

 We have some common ground between us.

She had come with a requested shell.

Dash had asked if I could bring home a conch shell.

I told little Dash Man that I would do my best but to ask Pappa God to provide for it.

Now when Barbara asked me if there was anything she could bring to me (she drove up) I told her of the Dash request.

She quietly came into the room and I so tired barely stirred.

In the mornings light I found this gift she had given me.

 

Her and her husband let go of this treasure.

Now what a gift!

She was so sweet to give this to us.

I only got to speak a little to her and show her a few things she needed to see.

We hope to get together more and speak often.

It was a very busy day.

When I awoke to see that shell I stood jaw dropped!

I do understand now more why I was so very tired and needed that sleep so bad.

I am recovering two jaw infections and so the awe was just so perfect.

Thank you Turtle B

Barbara for the shells, there were several off the beach she gave too.

Dash was so thrilled and I will be taking the shell to the elementary next week if I am able to serve.

The children will love seeing it I am sure.

Stay tuned for the next installment

It is time I go get ready to make cookies with the kids.

Enjoy your day.