Many moons ago I received a call to serve as the Spiritual Director for Great River Teens Encounter Christ #260 in Quincy. I excitedly accepted and brought three students with me.
We left early Friday morning to enjoy good Quincy food and a tour of my beloved Gem City.
We returned to Effingham early this afternoon and are now all rather worn down. Each time I go on such a retreat I return realizing, yet again, that I am not as young as I once was. Somehow I forget this each time I leave for the retreat and have to alter plans due to a lack of strength of body and mental prowess.
At what point in life does a person begin to remember that he isn't as young as once he was?
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