It is so good to be here. To rest and not just start and go and keep going. It is quiet, and we are among friends - my friends, people I've known for years. It is good here.
Tomorrow is our last day, and we are celebrating it with cooking a meal for thirty people. Should be fun.
One last thought - I hate mosquitoes. Had to throw that in. Where it is warmer, they multiply faster.
Thursday, we pack up and leave, but only for a short drive and a few days of family camping. Then on Monday, we begin the first "work" of the summer trip.
Yet, it has been good to be here, to forge connections again, to rest. Here is a place of prayer, and we will be prayed for from here now. Already there have been good things, and my heart has quieted and found some chance to heal a little.