Fresh Grounded Faith in Dothan, Alabama is a wrap!
We love our southern sisters!
Now, I know why they call Mississippi the Hospitality State!
This past weekend, I was touched by women from all over the state who welcomed Fresh Grounded Faith with overwhelming kindness and a warm and welcoming spirit. In Mississippi, the tea is sweet, but the people are even sweeter!
She had a hard time walking. She was winded when she made it into the conference and said “I knew it. I never should’ve come.”
It was hard for her to sing along because she was short of breath. She didn’t want to stand because her legs were weak. But, she stood and sang.
Last week we had a Fresh Grounded Faith conference in Plano, Texas at Prestonwood Baptist Church. And, being there almost felt like coming home in a way.
I didn’t realize it before going, but so many old friends were at the conference! We saw friends from our college days at Palm Beach Atlantic University and friends from our years of ministry when we lived in Florida as newlyweds. Somehow they all seemed to end up in Dallas! ha! Isn’t it neat how God interweaves our stories and let’s our paths cross?
“Sermons don’t change your life, sentences do.” That’s what my pastor, John Marshall, says. Great thought, huh? He heard it from another pastor, shared it with us, and now I’m sharing it with you!
I also shared that phrase both Friday night and Saturday morning with the 1300 women gathered at Fresh Grounded Faith Lubbock last weekend.
I challenged them to listen for just one sentence in my messages and Lysa TerKeurst’s messages – just one sentence that God could use to change them.
The result was so inspiring. Women shared with me sentence after sentence God had written on their hearts and I was so, so grateful and inspired. Isn’t it neat how God speaks to each of us individually in different ways? And, our worship leader Michael O’Brien also offered up some great sentences too that really stuck with me.
So…wanna hear some of them?
Isn’t it amazing how God uses stress to make Himself more real to us?
Saturday morning, I had a choice. Tucked away in my nice, warm bed, a sudden bolt of terror hit me like lightening, and I had to choose: Stress or confess?
Because it happened. On the second morning of our last and biggest Fresh Grounded Faith event of our whole year, my alarm clock decided to take a day off.
You can imagine the morning that followed.
You know the feeling of when your body is tired but your soul is wide awake? Well, that’s how I feel! I am the best kind of tired; worn-out from a full schedule, but filled up by all the blessings that come with it.
I am smack dab in the middle of our last two Fresh Grounded Faith events. We just got home from Evansville, Indiana and we are heading into our last event this weekend in Springfield, Missouri–my hometown!