It’s August

July felt like a whole month of travel…

There was Jekyll Island, Georgia, where I spoke at Jeremiah Johnson’s Jekyll Island Grace Conference. The Preacher shared on “the sufferings of Christ” - there wasn’t a dry eye in the whole place. And I ended up ministering on my current-favorite topic: “The Trinity”…

I know. This is a spectacular image of me. I am nothing, if not photogenic when speaking, apparently.

The beaches of Jekyll Island were breathtaking. This was our first time to visit.

So we both ministered at this conference, and had the best time that we can ever remember having at a conference. We made so many already-dear friends.

And those sessions led to a spontaneous invitation to both of us, to minister to a smaller group, in the context of a larger conference, the following week in South Dakota. I wanted to say “no”. I never do anything spontaneously. I don’t even go to the bathroom spontaneously. This must be understood.

Normally, I would easily, unequivocally, oh-so-easily say no. After all, we weren’t being asked to keynote. We were asked to do a “break-out session” type of thing.

OF COURSE, NO. I don’t have time for that!

But the Lord said to go.

So we went.

To South Dakota. Of all places.

Aaaaaaand this was us leaving for home…but from COLORADO.

Let me explain.

We had such a good time in South Dakota, making more new friends (seriously, so many…and each one feels like a God-connection) and hearing new-to-us Gospel preachers. But while we were there (in South Dakota)…

…there was this little thing called the “Crowdstrike/Tech Meltdown”.

So when the conference concluded on a Sunday, what should have been a mere 7 or so hours worth of a flight home, to be in our own bed by Sunday evening, with one easy connection in Minneapolis, became a three day nightmare.

We hung in there, together, taking hit after hit. Delay after delay. Shuttle after shuttle. Day after day. Motel room after motel room. A drive from South Dakota to Nebraska, in hopes of a flight out of their airport.

To make a long story short, we ended up in Colorado. We had to switch airlines entirely, then fly out of Nebraska to Colorado, and from Colorado to Knoxville.

The only happy part to this story is that IN EVERY CITY (a total of FOUR cities in FOUR states) where we found ourselves stranded, there were people, some of whom we have not yet met in person, ready to take us into their very own homes and put us up for the night.

The other crazy thing is, we just got a phone call today from the organizer of the Sioux Falls event. She wants us to come to Tulsa, OK to speak in the spring of 2025

And your girl, here, feels like I’m supposed to say yes.

Me. Mrs. Travel-Hater.

Who even am I?!

These are my zinnias from Floret Flower - the dusky pink colors have my whole heart. Go get you some for next spring. Quick, before they sell out!

And so that brings me to August.

Let’s enjoy it, my friends. I have so much more to say. I feel a little like Jesus when He said, “…but ye cannot bear it now.” haha.

Until next post!