I'm home. A day later than planned, but this too is part of the grace story. There is so much to tell....but I have been up since 3:30 and can barely string two words together. Suffice it to say that there is no place I could have been, nothing I could have been doing, no-one I could have been doing it with, that could have been for me a better gift to myself at this particular point in my life. I so feel that God has given me this fabulous gift in being there and getting to know people on a different level...to hear stories of courage and transformation and hanging in there and sheer toughness....to laugh and be silly....and twelve...to be in solidarity... to feel cared for and caring resonance that echoes deep in my soul.
My first stop on arrival home was Soul Sisters Bible Study...the SS's asked me if my soul was fed...oh, yes, indeed it was. Thank you all.