On Friday evening I went on our church's annual officer/staff retreat. I haven't been on a retreat since I served as a Deacon, 3 years ago. We always go to the same retreat camp in Leesburg, Fl. It is on 87 acres and you feel like you are truly in the middle of no where.
We have some time to come together as the leaders of the church to discuss some issues facing our church. We also play games, have some great discussions and have a worship service. This years worship service was outdoors. I love outdoor worship services. They always seem more powerful to me.
The only bad thing about the retreat place is the rooms are not exactly fancy. They are very bare. No television, no frills. No problem. We are usually pretty busy. I took an ambien and was asleep within 5 minutes of getting to my room anyway. When we left our rooms to go to the evening lesson I noticed a bunch of the men looking at the water. They were looking at a 10ft. gator. That's right, I said GATOR! At that point I was rethinking the water front room. I made sure I walked everywhere with Bruce (Tara's Dad). Here are a couple of pictures I snapped of our friend the gator.
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Here is a closer look at the gator.
Some of the men took great pleasure in teasing me about animals in the woods and kept telling me that the gator would come right up to my door. Just goes to show that most men are still 13 year old boys at heart!
