I knew this was where I belonged that weekend. I sank down in the folding chair, and my body seemed to let go of all the stress I had been feeling for months. As candles burned on the tables and the moonlight shone through the windows, forming blue rectangles on the carpet, we heard stories. Stories of people who had been through difficult times but were able to somehow see God in the midst of them.
Below she reads an excerpt about her experience at that retreat, from her book Rock-Bottom Blessings.