Wednesday morning I’ll leave at the crack of dawn to fly to Connecticut for the last week of what I laughingly (and lovingly) call Prayer Camp.
Its official name is Davvenin’ Leadership Training Institute (DLTI) and I’m part of the sixth cohort. I entered into it with great trepidation (see my first post about it, called DLTI – What Was I Thinking??).
It’s instructive to read what I said a year and a half ago, especially how I ended the post:
There’s no going back now. It’s paid for, I have my airline ticket, and I’m just going to have to suck it up and learn to let go a little. As long as they don’t try to make me let go a lot, it should be OK.
So what happened? They didn’t have to try. I learned how to let go – not a lot, but not as little as I’d planned. I found my safety zone as a service leader; how to engage my body in prayer without feeling silly, how to use silence without getting nervous, how to create an atmosphere of interconnectedness and joy without embarrassment.
And I learned how to delve into the traditional liturgy and confront the parts that made me uncomfortable, rather than skim over them.
The result is that I achieved my goal of becoming a better service leader. It’s been a wonderful journey, and I’m looking forward to the last stage.