I didn't really know what to expect during the prayer time I introduced to the ladies. We sat in still silence for only twelve minutes but would they find the time wearisome? Would any of them encounter God?
When the alarm rang, the first thing I heard was a woman commenting in amazement at how quickly the time had flown. I asked them to share what happened and about half the group responded--each having had a personal and meaningful encounter with God. One reported something that seemed puzzling to her but as the nurses in the room acknowledged the truth of what she'd heard, we were all encouraged by that confirmation of God's presence.
I think that's what made the weekend so wonderful: God showed up and met with us. Being a facilitator of that has got to be one of the best things in the world.
I decided to return home Saturday night, so I could attend my own church in the morning. It was hard saying good-bye to the women I had grown to love over the previous 30 hours and I hope our paths cross again. They were a great blessing to me.
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