I spent the weekend with a few of America's Baptist Women and I'll never be the same. Just kidding, well, partially. There hasn't been a time I've gone away for a women's retreat that I've returned home unchallenged. This weekend was no different. God spoke to me with such love and clarity while at Delta Lake. I shared with the women how much I love time spent at the Delta Lake Bible Conference Center, the main reason being...I always hear God speak to me in black and white.
I know God is speaks to me when I'm home and everywhere I go, so why is Delta Lake any different? Do you have a guess to the reason? It might be different for each of us but I know the reason I personally am more connected. Plain and simple ~ I slow down, listen, listen some more, respond, and listen again. The ride home almost always involves tears ~ of reflection and humble realization (again) of how much God loves me. There is something special about this place, God's presence encompasses you.
About half way home though the tears transition into laughter, and yes this happens when I'm flying solo too. The laughter then moves into a silent, thought provoking, and purposeful mission. The task...to determine how I can apply and put into action all I heard God tell me. The first of which regarded another book. Yesterday afternoon I wrote the introduction for Where's Heidi? One Sister's Journey's sequel.
Saturday morning we gathered in the main lodge for a time of devotion. The woman leading the devotional offered a new perspective as it pertains to the rain. This is my summary of her beautiful devotion. Instead of viewing the rain as a hindrance, we should think of it as a shower from heaven.
The Bible refers to Jesus as the Living Water, so why not look at the rain showers as a reminder of how much God loves us. He showers His love, grace, mercy, forgiveness, compassion, provision, and strength daily - sometimes we just feel the moisture.
So let the rains and storms of life come because this girl plans to dance in the rain.
Will you dance in the rain or hide under the umbrella?
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323