![]() ![]() Reminding myself of God’s faithfulness had long been part of my quiet times with the Lord. Unfamiliar with this concept, I did a Google search and discovered what became an amazing formula for my journaling: The Path of Silence … The Path of Memory … The Path of Questioning … Days later, I read it and learned the retreat center had a prayer labyrinth. ![]() ![]() On the last day of the retreat, as I headed out of the room, I noticed a piece of paper on the nightstand. My room at the retreat wasn’t the Ritz Carlton, but it was quiet and clean, and the bed was pretty comfy. Between writing, directing the Florida Christian Writers Conference, speaking, running a writing contest, and traveling to be with my brother, I was exhausted. That March, I spoke at a writers’ retreat. Because my brother has no other family, I put all my plans on hold and headed “back home” to help. In February 2017, my brother called to tell me the mass doctors had found the week before was malignant. ![]()
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