The retreat team had just concluded the last meeting of the first day of our church retreat at Mt Gilead and had gone back to the cabins to go to bed.

I wiggled down into my sleeping bag, fluffed the pillow, pulled it behind my head, laid  down exhausted and closed my eyes for some welcome rest only to hear the Lord say “Grab your notebook.”

The always obedient me said, “What Lord? What did you say? …