Not quite on the moon, but...

So, another retreat down the chute. This time there was no cabin on the moon, but they made up for shear altitude by putting the building on the outskirts of the camp and having you walk down a two lane mountain road risking life and limb. Also there was a steady 35 degree incline, and oh yeah we were on the second story, and the climb was up a rotting wooden staircase, bitchen. All in all, a pretty nice place to flop.
As usual, there were some very good words shared. I was, and I mean WAS, looking forward to having some ale, and meeting up with Mr. Patron on Friday night but... dang, I don't often hear from the Lord, but I did Friday night after evening prayer. I really wanted the afore-mentioned fellowship, but again the Lord said that after hearing His word I was not to drink, but was to go to bed. You know I want to hear God speak into my life, but I want it to be at a time more to my liking. Wah.