The Sister Retreat

She tossed out the idea without hesitation and I struggled with a startled response.

“A sister retreat??” I laughed nervously. “You mean, as in all of us sisters go away for the weekend, no husbands, no children…just us?”

“Yes, of course!” she said. “And I know just the place”.

For the next ten minutes or so, she told me all about the cute little B&B where we could have so much fun and wouldn’t it be great and how much we all really needed this. I tried hard to catch a ride on the coattails of her optimism.

You see, growing up, our childhoods were kinda like Jerry Springer meets Little House on the Prairie meets Jesus.  You might say it was…complicated.

A few awkward moments passed…

“Um, well, why not?” I chirped. “Let’s do it!”

I kinda felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.

Before I knew it the rest of the sisters had climbed aboard the whole retreat idea like giddy children riding the crest of a rogue wave. Is this really happening? We spent the next few months nailing down a date and getting plans together. Yes, apparently it was indeed happening.

So just last weekend, we kissed our hubbies good-bye and set out for our very first sister retreat. And our first stop? Wal-Mart. Here’s some advice: when you are not quite sure what to do, just proceed to your nearest supercenter and buy one of everything.

As the weekend got underway, so did the stories and laughter. We discovered that you do in fact need a thermometer to make homemade mozzarella cheese, the speed limit in Camdenton is not 60 mph and smelly bookstores in old houses can give you the willies in a hurry.

We went for a bike ride, checked out the wares in a half a dozen antique stores, and watched a rainstorm from the front porch.


We kept the coffee pot humming and the chocolate and Kleenexes coming. By the time Sunday morning arrived, I felt so grateful to God for my precious sisters! I had come to know them in a whole new way. Because one sister was willing to take a risk and initiate  something new, now none of us is the same–especially me.

“Some people have sisters, some people have friends. Some people are lucky enough to have both“. Last weekend, I discovered that I am one of the lucky ones.



Psalm 79: 13, “Then we your people, the sheep of your pasture, will praise you forever; from generation to generation we will recount your praise”.

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