So much rain this weekend. At times, it really poured. But by Saturday night our spirits had been lifted and another layer of skin shed, the clouds moved on and the thunder was gone. How could it be that one man walked out Friday night? We had a man down. A part of us all left that night. We knew that feeling all too well. At breakfast Saturday, we all were still on edge, when at last our fallen brother appeared in the distance. He represented hope in us all. In closing, that same man, with tears falling said on Sunday, "When I came, all I wanted to do is leave and now all I want to do is stay." He had experienced a taste of God's love, acceptance and freedom. We all did, even if only for a mere 48 Hours.