Ruidoso: Part I

An amazing experience.
What started out as being something I wasn't quite prepared for, and to be honest, something I was more than slightly apprehensive about participating in, turned out to be something so much greater than the weekend retreat I had casually assumed it would be.

There is nothing to say that I was not excited about. I needed a stronger connection with God with the rest of them. I yearned for this weekend to happen, but what I got was more than what I bargained for. I guess you could sum that all up with the Sacrifice on the cross; more than what we bargained for. And in the end, I'm definitely greatful. I'm in awe.

Friday began somewhat strangely. The day before had not been what I would have called "something great." Work had gone crazy, and it didn't help enough that I had the devil whispering his weavings into the back of my mind. Friday morning came with something of a relief as everything seemed to be working out well. Still, I couldn't help but feel a strange sort of dissonance as our destination drew steadily nearer. With one-way tensions still flying high, and the lying words of the devil still fresh on my mind, I began to feel lonely, and I began to worry. Now that I am able to look back on it, I can see that it was this worrying that kept me from gaining any feeling of acceptance earlier than I had, but I know that God worked no matter my personal disposition.

I'll keep out most of the things that happened Friday night; in part, they are only things that distract from the power of God as His plan begins to unfold. And, though it is obvious, it should be said that the workers of the field, or the actors in this play, were being drawn and set up in their appropriate positions.