Do you enjoy hosting a ladies retreat or would you rather attend one? I enjoy ladies retreats whether hosting or attending and I would like to encourage you to do the same. The old saying, “you get out of something what you put in to it” is an absolutely true statement when considering ladies retreats. A person who dreads planning a retreat will not be disappointed. They will receive dread and discouragement, and they are doomed for a disastrous weekend. A person who approaches a retreat with delight and dedication will definitely receive the desires of their heart! 

It is natural for a girl and a guy to like each other. God made it that way. As parents, we must not stifle the thought of such. At a young age we began teaching our 2 sons that you can have a girl that is a friend but not a girlfriend until you graduate from high school. We taught our daughter the same. You can have a guy that is a friend but not a boyfriend until you graduate from high school.

Often when life is on the downside we follow our feelings. I feel sad, depressed, alone and the feeling that God has forgotten me overwhelms my soul.

It’s so exciting! It’s mind and time consuming! It’s the funnest, hardest, most exciting, most exhausting, thing I will ever do. I’m all in! I can’t wait!

It is said that it only takes one person to set an atmosphere. Because the woman is one of moodiness, most of the time an unpleasant atmosphere is set by you and me, whether at home or elsewhere. The atmosphere we set extends through our family into the lives of friends, acquaintances and co-workers.

40 years ago I married my high school sweetheart. The event took place on a hot Friday evening at 7:30 PM in the small country church where I was raised. After the pictures finally ended we were off to our honeymoon. The official week of honeymoon took place in Gatlinburg, TN and the surrounding area. I particularly remember having our picture taken in a stationery chair-lift set up for a picture spot. A stranger walked up to us and asked us if we would like him to take our picture. As we sat in that chair-lift that night I remember the feelings that caused me to have goosebumps. I asked my new husband a question, “Will it be like this in 20 years?” He promised me that it would be and I was satisfied, but only until I felt the need to ask the question again.