So, I was at staff conference this week, and we were out in the hills of West Virginia at a retreat center, which is basically a big house with several bedrooms, a big open room, and a big kitchen/eating area. It was a lot of fun being there, in particular because I really enjoy my coworkers, and don't get to see them in person very often - about three times a year.
On Wednesday it snowed most of the day, and it was just beautiful. I was inside the whole day, between our trainings and feeling sleepy and having good conversations. That night, two of our staff members got in a car to drive to town for supplies. They left around seven, and we expected them around 7:45, but they didn't come. We called around eight, and sure enough, they were stuck on one of the hills leading back to the center. They had left before dinner, and we decided to eat without them, so we sat down to eat as different details were being arranged - who will send the truck? Should we send snacks?
When Mike and Lauren finally got back to the house around nine, everyone cheered. Maybe Advent is at least partly about waiting for a fond reunion.
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