So, every February our church has a retreat at our church camp in Iowa. It's a very well-attended event, with often roughly a hundred people from our church attending! Getting half of the congregation together for 48 straight hours is quite a feat!
We've been so grateful to the camp for letting us use the staff dining room as our bedroom. The dining hall itself is the central gathering place for the weekend, obviously for meals three times a day, but all of our worship and teaching sessions are also held there, as well as various board games, a silent auction, the Saturday night variety show, and the constant coming and going of people. So, for us to be able to set up "camp" in this central location makes a trip like this possible (whereas having to hike across gravel drives in February cold weather with Grandma, Mira (whose temperature tanks any time you take her outside), Krassimir, Bobbi, AND Reuben would be enough to keep us home!) Even Owen joins us for the weekend (though he stays with the single guys, and Leah and the girls stay in their own room in the main sleeping lodge as well.)
We really enjoy these concentrated times to spend with our favorite people, both in conversation *and* in playing together. Problem was Saturday morning *this* year, while playing "Awesome Ball" in the gym...Matt twisted his foot, and a visit to the tiny ER half an hour away revealed that he broke his foot!!
(Note that last year one of the other dads ruptured his Achilles playing Awesome Ball. Fun.)
But Matt was in good company this year, as it wasn't just the old guys breaking stuff; Gavin (who helped on the garage last fall), broke* his foot, too, playing volleyball later in the day! *turns out it may not have been a break, but he also left the weekend on crutches.
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| My favorite photo from the weekend |
ANYWAY, what does this have to do with God's provision? Well, I can tell you that as we were driving home (after many of the other men helping us to load all of our things and people into Thunder) Leah and I were both very grateful that, after the snow, we were driving up into a covered garage and that there was a ramp we could use to push people up into the house and that there was a flush entry to get from the new addition into the rest of the house! The timing of the completion of the functional part of the garage and of Matt's injury could not have coordinated at a better time.
