Last August my friend Andrea came over to bring me her collection of Christian Century magazines since I was to be taking on the role of Christian Education chair at my church. We started talking about church life in general, and somehow the subject of the annual women's retreat came up.
"Oh, I totally intend to go this year. I really wanted to go last year, but it was too hard with Clare being so young. I can't wait to go this time!" I said.
"Well good," said Andrea, "because I've met with the committee and we were hoping you would be our retreat leader this year. This subject is the Holy Spirit." And she proceeded to give me the details.
Somewhere in the middle of the detail-giving, I remembered that last year's retreat leader was a well-known and highly-respected professor from Lambuth. In fact, she was one of my cousin's favorite professors, which is saying a lot. The boy is picky.
"I'd love to do it," I said, "but I can't believe you're making me follow Dr. Wesley."
Last August, is seemed like the first weekend in February was a million years away. But during the first week of December, February seems to be right around the corner. Don't get me wrong, I've thought about it. I've been to planning meetings. I even grunted a few times when we were choosing the guiding scripture for the weekend. (That particular meeting was during Rush at Lambuth, when I was functioning on ridiculously little sleep). But I haven't yet thrown myself into the whole business.
This weekend, however, I decided that it was time to get serious, to start outlining some of my thoughts. So I bought a pretty spiral-bound notebook at Wal-Mart, hoping that the endless pieces of blank paper would inspire me to get going. So far I haven't written anything, but I'm sure I will.