The Hermitage
This weekend I had the privilege of going on a short retreat with some women from church. Our pastor asked if I would be interested in going to a "Hermitage"...I had no idea what that meant, but a short retreat where silence is involved? YES PLEASE! We arrived late Friday afternoon to a beautiful country setting and as soon as we got there I saw I had no cell service. Not a problem and something I am perfectly fine letting go of but I had left a sick child at home and wanted to check in and of course let Norm I had arrived safely. At one point I walked back to the road to see if I could send a quick text, but nope, no service. Eventually I sent one from my pastors phone and heard that all was well at home. Phew, sigh of relief. Anyhow, about the hermitage...we enter to find our names have been placed on our rooms and what cute rooms they were. In mine was a small bed, desk and chair and on my pillow a chocolate bar with a note that read ...