Fresh Grounded Faith Memphis was an inspiring way to finish up the 2018 event season! Personally, I don’t think it could have ended any better. This conference epitomized our model of unity in the Body of Christ.
Thank you to Mary Fry for the beautiful photos. To see the entire Facebook photo album, click here. For those of you who joined the photo booth fun, you can view your photos here.
Ellen Olford, the Memphis Local Conference Coordinator, has such a heart for women of all ages, all backgrounds, all colors, all nationalities … and it showed! This event was a beautiful tapestry of color!
When my son, Clayton, was three years old, our local theater had a cheap summer movie series. They featured cartoon movies for just $2—and that included the popcorn!
Now, if you’re a new podcast listener, this might be a good time to tell you that I’m blind. And, by the third film in the series, I needed a way to entertain myself while Clayton and the friends we went with enjoyed the 90 minutes of cartoon silliness.
She came, she saw, and she was in awe! God was so good to us this weekend at Fresh Grounded Faith Springfield!
Thank you to Allen Hudson, Chuck Neely, and McKenzie Robinson for the beautiful photos. To see the entire Facebook photo album, click here. For those of you who joined the photo booth fun, you can view your photos here.
The theme was “She Can” and our verse was Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” We learned to speak the three hope confessions of “She Can” women and the three actions of a “She Can woman.” Wow is all I can say!
I not only taught the truth of Philippians 4:13 from the stage, but we also saw it on stage in my friends, Katherine Wolf and Sheila Walsh. Katherine taught us that the good things often are the hard things, and Sheila encouraged us to invite God into all areas of our lives—including our past and our shame.
Now, you might assume that one of the fringe benefits of blindness is that I can’t tell when I’m having a bad hair day. Not so! I don’t have to see my hair in the mirror to know that it looks ugly—I can feel it!
And, as I was preparing to speak at a local women’s event one day, I was feeling it! I knew my hair looked bad.