A few years ago, we had another very special person who joined with us in "The Retreat". That person was my sister, Phyllis, who passed away from cancer a little less than five years ago.
She and I developed a special morning routine. We would rise earlier than the others and make some fresh coffee. Then we'd head off the porch with a coffee in one hand and our "Face to Face" devotional in the other, going along the path leading up over some rocks, down a steep incline, and finally to our special place above the very large "Jesus Saves" rock which rises up several metres above the lake along the shoreline. The mist would be rising above the still waters in the lake below us, the silence being broken only by a loon, some chattering squirrels, or a jumping fish. We would pray together, sometimes cry and sometimes laugh hysterically together.
She has been gone for 5 summers now, but I still awaken early, grab my things, make the trek along the pathway until I reach that sacred spot where I have so many memories with one I loved so much who has departed, and continue to have an indescribably wonderful time with the One I love, who will never leave me.
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