A Spiritual Feast

Last weekend I had a chance to attend a women's retreat with a group from Bible study. We left Friday and traveled to Mt. Hermon, in the Santa Cruz mountains. (I now know where I will retire) Oh what a great weekend! It was a spiritual retreat with the theme of "Come with me by yourself to a quiet place and get some rest." Mark 6:31. It was a weekend of finding rest in Christ. We had a lot of alone time to think, ponder, pray and listen. It was truly a spiritual feast. And of course we had some down time also............a little ping pong, laughing, candy fights, and just plain good old fashion girly time. Thanks girls! We need to plan another one soon.

Just a sample of the beautiful scenery

Wendy, Stephanie, Jeanette, Nancy

Kristin, Jenn, Teresa

Too much fun!

Jenn, Nancy, Jeannette, Teresa

Roomies, Nancy and Wendy

We ended our weekend Sunday with a great service in which we sang this beautiful song.

IN CHRIST ALONE

In Christ alone my hope is found

He is my light, my strength, my song,

My cornerstone, this solid ground

Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love, what depths of peace

When fears are stilled, when strivings cease

My comforter, my all in all

Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, who took on flesh,

Fullness of God in helpless babe,

This gift of love, and righteousness,

Scorned by the ones He came to save,

'Till on that cross as Jesus died

The wrath of God was satisfied,

For ev'ry sin on Him was laid

Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay

Light of the world by darkness slain.

Then, bursting forth in glorious day

Up from the grave He rose again

And as He stands in victory

Sin's curse has lost its grip on me

For I am His and He is mine

Brought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death

This is the pow'r of Christ in me

From life's first cry to final breath

Jesus commands my destiny,

No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man

Can ever pluck me from His hand

'Till He returns or calls me home

Here in the pow'r of Christ I stand.

Keith Getty and Stuart Townend