I was offered a reprieve when my friend, Stacy, decided to join me on this first (one of my many firsts this year) on-my-own adventure. I picked her up and we headed to Tyler, stopping for a sweet tea from McAlister's. We didn't have to drive long before we reached Pine Cove, the Christian camp overlooking Lake Palestine. Little did we know, there were women attending from Nebraska, Wisconsin, and even Michigan. I could not believe so many ladies had come from so far away.
At check-in, we were given a map of the camp and a little envelope. Stacy and I both thought the envelope held our cabin key inside, but we were surprised when instead it was a little note welcoming us, thanking us, and praying for our own unique opportunity that weekend. Every lady received their own special note, no two were similar. Mine read:
A stranger appreciated my hard work and sacrifice? Wow! The weekend was off to a good start! A prayer for refreshment? These people know me! I definitely needed refreshment, too.
Our cabin was adorable. With 4 sets of bunk beds and squeaky clean restroom and shower facilities, this was the cabin equivalent of a 4 star hotel. Our bathroom had been decorated with burlap pennets and cutesy felt flowers. There were even chocolates laid along the sink (definitely my kind of place!).
After making our beds and putting away our luggage, we noticed little blue boxes sitting on the shelves at the head of each bunk. The MomLife staff had left little Survival Boxes for each of us. Inside were: Mom mints, a hair tie with a felt flower attached, hand sanitizer, more chocolate, an adorably odd clip, and tissues. I was thrilled at the thought of a random gift awaiting my arrival.
The night before, I had a dream about going to two different places looking for churros. I had such an intense drive in my dream about finding a churro that the dream itself felt like it went on all night. In all actuality, it probably lasted only a few minutes. However, it was such an odd dream, that when I awoke I remembered how much I had to have a churro.
When we lived in San Diego, the boys and I would walk all the way to the back of the San Diego Zoo to see the Polar Bears and buy a churro. In fact, I'll go so far as to say those were the best churros I've ever eaten. But, since San Diego, I have only had a churro or two in the past three years. It's not something I typically crave or even see now that we live in East Texas. And yet, I dreamt about it and then had it for dinner.
So, you may be thinking, "What can be gleaned from a churro at dinner?" Let me tell you. I was not a hundred percent sure I had made the right choice to attend MomLife Boot Camp, especially since my husband just came home. But here was God, smirking, and basically saying, "Michelle, you are exactly where you need to be."
Do you ever feel like sometimes what you think isn't the way you should go, in fact, turns out to be the best direction to turn your feet?
The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs... Isaiah 58:11
Hey there, Michelle! We met at MomLife (the Social Media group?) And I was stopping by to say hello. I love reading your recap of the weekend! :-)ReplyDelete
Hi Sophia! It was a pleasure to meet you this weekend! I've made time today to swing by Ruby in the Rough ~ can't wait to see what you've written!ReplyDelete