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Last week we had the privilege to attend our area retreat. We went to another island to a city with higher elevation. The clear air and the cooler temperatures were wonderful! Our kids were cold and asking for jackets. ;)

We spent too much time at a beautiful outdoor mall enjoying shopping, Starbucks, and Wendy's. We had a thoroughly enriching time with other area workers. And B had some neat opportunities to lead some worship as well. 

But by far what ministered to our hearts was seeing the kids enjoy the kids program that some westerns came to put on for them. They played tons of games, did loads of crafts, and came back to the hotel singing all sorts of songs. They made new friends and told us many stories. It was a joy to see them enjoying a program that they rarely get.

Overall it was a priceless week together. 






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