Retreat Reflection Paper

This weekend has been pretty thought-provoking for me. We have heard stories regarding how others have found God and the different ways He can be perceived. And it is with this talk, I will expand on both of these notions. I want to share, the results of my friendship with God. Everyone has had different experiences, and He speaks to us in very diverse ways. In my life most often, in the form of something I least expected. When I am out and about and meet a stranger, or when I spend time with old friends, I can encounter him acting through others. I have felt God’s presence when someone dropped an arrangement of lawn flowers on my doorstep. In a similar manner, when I get toppled over by dogs, in happy anticipation for a walk. The holy spirit …show more content…
No asterisk for only those who are like us or believe in the same things. People are not only put into our lives to teach us how to love, but to also to be shown love. The Holy spirit, God’s passion for us, wants to come out from within. It desires to spread its light to others. It asks me to do the right thing when another is in need. It is the warm feeling I get, after holding the door for an extra 5 seconds, so another student can enter. The littlest thing, bringing the warmest fuzzy feeling inside. This retreat’s theme is rightfully titled what’s your choice. Who do you want to share your love with; for me, that choice lead me to help those with …show more content…
He could remember so clearly the edges which had now faded and the look of the scantily clad women the day it had been inked on his lower forearm. He was so sweet, but would get frustrated at times when he got confused or realized that he had forgotten something. When his anger had subsided, he would look so distressed. I would ask, if he was feeling okay…. and he would look at me so innocently. He felt so unsure of what was happening to him, why the information he thought he knew, he did no longer. Why he could not distinguish himself, within his own memories. He was scared, scared that he would forget who he was. He would hold my hand until he fell asleep. Calmed because it was something he knew he could hold on to. Something that wouldn 't fade away when he woke up. I wouldn’t budge an inch for him, I could sit there for an hour without moving in order to relieve his worries. Whatever was needed, to make him feel better. I could feel the Holy spirit around us, in the warm feeling of his hands, and the deep wrinkles in his skin. This man died after my last summer helping in the ward, he showed me the innocence of God’s love. When this man had gone off on one of the nurses or even on me, the love in my heart lead me to hold his hand yet again. The feeling at the innermost part of my soul, that told me that this man was seeking love. If my hand was all I could offer