I have always been a writer.  For most of my life I haven’t written for people to read.  I put pen to paper because I was made in the image of a God who used words to call this world into existence, and He used words to call me to Himself.  Before I was formed in my mother’s womb He breathed into me a mind and heart for reading and writing.  Out of all the talents He could have given He chose a spirit that yearns to take twenty-six symbols and turn them over and over again into pages of what I’ve never considered an ordinary story.  Once in a while, when I would let them slip out into the universe, people told me what I wrote was a gift and asked me if I would please do it more.   I’m just now barely brave enough to put my name on it.




What Can I Give? An EDS Retreat is Born

What Can I Give? An EDS Retreat is Born“As you move to the rhythm of the Spirit of God, what is within you that you can now give to someone else? Not for the glory of yourself, but as a person who bears the image of God in the world. What are those things in the deepest part of who you are, the […] Read more...

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"Start with the soul and perhaps the temporal gifts I want to exercise will have their chance; and if they do not, I have the best in my hands already, the only thing really needed.  God must be in all my work."  --Flannery O'Connor

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6 Comments on What Can I Give? An EDS Retreat is Born

  1. Susan Barone
    August 11, 2017 at 10:34 pm (2 weeks ago)

    I have tears in my eyes after reading your story. It reminds me of the William Cowper poem/hymn:
    God moves in a mysterious way
    His wonders to perform;
    He plants His footsteps in the sea
    And rides upon the storm.

    Deep in unfathomable mines
    Of never-failing skill
    He treasures up His bright designs
    And works His sovereign will.

    Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
    The clouds ye so much dread
    Are big with mercy and shall break
    In blessings on your head.

    Judge not the Lord by feeble sense.
    But trust Him for His grace;
    Behind a frowning providence
    He hides a smiling face.

    His purposes will ripen fast,
    Unfolding every hour;
    The bud may have a bitter taste,
    But sweet will be the flower.

    Blind unbelief is sure to err
    And scan His work in vain;
    God is His own Interpreter,
    And He will make it plain.

    I am so excited for you all. Praying for this retreat and that God will bless you and all the many people involved.

    • Beth Werner Lee
      August 13, 2017 at 6:12 am (1 week ago)

      I love that hymn! Thanks for typing out all the words.

  2. Lori
    August 12, 2017 at 6:47 am (1 week ago)

    I am thrilled for this. For you. For all the hearts & souls this will touch & heal. ❤️

  3. Christy
    August 12, 2017 at 9:19 am (1 week ago)

    It is so exciting to see this dream become a reality, Monica! With God’s help and so much love, I know this opportunity will be a blessing to all those who attend.

  4. Diane McElwain
    August 12, 2017 at 8:08 pm (1 week ago)

    Wonderful news! I pray you will all be rested and blessed.

  5. Ellen
    August 12, 2017 at 8:43 pm (1 week ago)

    What a wonderful idea! Please let me know what i can do to help! God Bless!


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