I was planning to tell you about June today. But then my daughter shared her blog post with me, and she did a wonderful job of introducing Brenda. So Brenda it is. I would love to just reblog her post except that it would give away my identity.
So, with her permission, I am pasting it here, minus any identifying information:
Shelby and Lesley and I weren’t the only ones on the island this past weekend. We brought women with us. Women who deserved to be blessed. Women who needed to know how God felt about them and who He created them to be. Women who had stories to tell, stories that would allow us to learn from each other.
We brought former prostitutes and addicts. We brought women who used to work the streets, and women who currently go out and minister to those who still do.
Really, my mom brought them. She planned the whole retreat and listened when God told her who to invite. Perhaps I don’t know all the factors that were taken into consideration when she chose the hotel on the island as our location, but I don’t think any of us thought about the significance of crossing over water to get to an island until Brenda did.
Brenda was one of the women who came with us. When she shared her story last night, we found out she had been gang-raped at the age of fourteen, an incident that propelled her into prostitution, promiscuity, and drug use until she eventually surrendered her life to Jesus.
During introductions on the first morning Brenda said “I know that God brought us across the water to cleanse us from everything that happened over there. When we go back, it’s going to be over.”
I got chills. And I am just so thankful for everything that this weekend was, and a God who brings His children across the water.