This one goes out to you Brophy part 2

Well hello to you all again, as promised, here is an update of my life!!
Things are going really well here in Calgary...now. This past weekend I went on a retreat for youth called TEC (Teens Encounter Christ). It’s really meant for teens age 16-21, but almost all of my friends have gone, and they really encouraged (and allowed) me to go. Overall, it was a really amazing weekend. I won’t tell a lot of details because there are tons of surprises, but I was really loved and blesses by a TON of people!
Overall the weekend was difficult, emotionally and spiritually speaking. My group was extremely small (I was the only participant on my table, the other guy didn’t show up), and my table leaders were James and Dana (a friend I know through Center Street church). James didn’t participate much, but that was very understandable because he had just had a family tragedy. Dana, however, was an amazing leader and is an awesome friend. We had some awesome heart to heart talks about things we had/are struggling with, and it was great to finally be able to open up to someone with no reservations. Not that I am not able to open up with my other friends, it is just different with her. And I like it (BTW she is engaged, and not to me, so I don’t want to hear any comments about it!)
The other thing that happened on the weekend that was really trying for me happened on Sunday night. Before dinner, I was doing great, we were having awesome discussions, I was in good spirits, and things were going excellent. After dinner, however, things were a different story. I was in THE worst mood of my life, and I could barely function. There were hilarious skits going on, and I could barely manage to smile, let alone laugh. I tried to worship and find God, but it was like he was not around. I almost felt like Satan had found a weak spot in my faith, snuck in, and was squeezing all of the spirituality and faith out of me. I had no idea what to do, and it was obviously scary. Laurel, another friend I had known before the weekend asked if I needed anything and offered to talk while I was reading my Bible (which also wasn’t working), but it stupidly told her I was okay, when I clearly wasn’t. I had gone to bed, and barely slept all night, so the next morning wasn’t very fun.
After breakfast Dana sensed that I was not alright, and we went upstairs and continued a meaningful discussion we had had the day before. I was able to share a lot of stuff with her that I had not shared with anyone ever before, and a huge burden was taken off my shoulders. It was great.
After that, the happenings were once again swell. There was a reconciliation service where a lot of prayers were given up to God, a very intimate & awesome worship service, and then a great closure where a lot of friends showed up. And to top it off, I got lots of lovely wheat;)

Cheers, til next time,
Mark