I just got back from the Northern New England Conference's spring prayer retreat. It was at Camp Lawroweld and lasted from Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon. It was truly wonderful. I haven't had the opportunity to go to one for a year and a half and I have really missed it. Beth went with me although she would say I went with her as she registered first and she was the one driving. Minor details.
The focus was on the last few days of Jesus' life, and I either had the blessing or the, well, not curse but more like Duty That Must Not Be Shirked to give the final address to the group. The topic I was given was the great commission, based on the chapter in The Great Controversy called... called... I can't remember.
I think it went well. I can never tell when I do any public speaking. It would be really very nice to have someone listening to me who wouldn't be shy about saying things like "Part of that was really awful such as ... But I really liked...." That would require someone who had an excellent memory and a strong grasp on understanding public speaking.
Of course the whole point is moot, as it so, SO isn't about me. That thought was the only one that kept me from shivering into a damp patch of nervousness on the floor. It's a wee bit hyporcritical of me to not take responcablity for it when I am clueless to how it went, but after people say nice things--even if only for politeness sake--I change my mind.
I really did have a good time. I got to meet up with some friends that I haven't seen in over a year and I fasted for the first time. The fast went a lot better then I thought it would. All in all, I was really blessed and it would take to long to write everything that happened so I won't try. You'll just have to take my word for it.