I found myself hesitating just a bit. I'd made an offhand comment about going out of town for the weekend. A friend's ears perked up, "Wait. Where are you going this weekend?"
"Well," I explained, "It's a women's retreat, with my church. But it's really fun!" I enthused. "It's not boring at all."
I'm sure I was completely convincing.
Despite that stumbling explanation of my whereabouts, I had a wonderful time four weeks ago. So did 140 other women. It was my second women's retreat, and as promised, it was not boring at all.
Who needs me to be a woman of courage?Who needs me to be the heroic woman God created me to be?
Yes, I went to a women's retreat.
Yes, it was fantastic.
Yes, I recommend it.
Yes, I am that church-y.
Yes, I am that Christian.
Yes, I am still me.
Yes, I am still fun.
No, I'm not all Judgey McJudgerson.
No, it's not like that at all.
In fact, I thought you were about to get all Judgey McJudgerson on me.
Yes, I was actually worried.
Yes, I feel ridiculous.
Yes, I'd love to talk about it.
Ever had an awkward moment of embracing the church-lady hat? Tell me.
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