Laura Story began to play the keyboard. The audience was hushed. Beautiful chords filled the auditorium at First Baptist Church Woodbridge during the afternoon session at Fresh Grounded Faith.
She had just shared a story that brought us all to tears, and now we sat on the edge of our seats waiting for the lyrics to begin. But … they didn’t.
Well, how else could Fresh Grounded Faith Conway, Arkansas begin? Of course, Phil and I had to learn how to call the hogs!
During the meet and greet with conference volunteers, Dawn Moore, our amazing Local Conference Coordinator, taught us how to be a true Arkansas Razorback as we learned the famous cheer. But before that—as I walked into Antioch Baptist Church—I could hear the 115 volunteers singing… “Come Holy Spirit. Come Heavenly Dove. Stay right here with us, filling us with Your love.”
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Today’s 4:13 Podcast episode is full of Cajun spice because we’re live at Fresh Grounded Faith in Bossier City, Louisiana!
I loved everything about being in Chattanooga! But, I must say, I forgot how much I loved MoonPies until I visited the MoonPie’s hometown this past weekend! Those yummy treats have been baked in Chattanooga at the Chattanooga Bakery since 1917.
And wow, were they good! Those sweet Chattanooga sisters gave me a gift basket with some of those marshmallowy treats, and then after dinner on Friday night, they even served us MoonPies for dessert! It was so fun!
It’s fitting that MoonPies are from Chattanooga because I just love all those women to the moon—or shall I say ‘to the MoonPie’—and back!
Road trip! Phil and I drove to Fresh Grounded Faith Grenada, and on the way, we stopped in Hardy, Arkansas for dinner.
The place was called the CrossEyed Catfish Café, and girl, those hush puppies and that catfish were as good as my granddaddy’s! And that is the highest compliment! The down-home food set us up perfectly for the family reunion we were about to have with these Mississippi sisters we hadn’t yet met.
I met an angel in a red car. Even if he wasn’t a real, bonafide, heavenly-being kind of angel, he was an angel—sent by God—for a heavenly mission!
Just one mile from the Detroit airport and one hour before our flight home from Fresh Grounded Faith Flint, our rental car began to shake. A loud scraping sound, like metal against asphalt, filled the interior of our minivan and panic began to rise! This was followed by the sound of shredded rubber flapping in the wind as my husband Phil maneuvered us onto the shoulder of the road.
