This is so exciting to me.
Truly, Girls of Grace is one of the best events I’ve ever gotten to be a part of. It’s like this little family that gets to tell teen girls and their mamas and their leaders about Jesus.
And for the first time since I’ve been a part of the family, we are coming to my home state!
Excitement. There is lots of it.
And this is one solid day. The other speakers- Chris and Bianca- are two of my favorite people and when I get to hear them speak, it is incredible. I’m serious. They bring serious words of life to every crowd we get to stand in front of.
Amanda Noelle that leads worship is so great. And the bands? Britt Nicole and Royal Tailor? I can’t even tell you how much I enjoy their shows. Both artists really believe in what we do and love being at Girls of Grace- and you can feel that! And of course, Point of Grace. I adore those women.
So obviously. I’m a fan.
This Saturday, we will be at Griffin First Assembly in Griffin, Georgia and The Bossman has given me two sets of tickets to give away to anyone who wants to come this weekend!
All you have to do is leave a comment below saying who you would bring with you and two people will each win two tickets!
Seriously, if you are in driving distance to Griffin, I can’t suggest more strongly for you to join us. Please? Come hang? We’re really fun and nice and cool and awesome and etc. 🙂
But truly. It feels like I’m bringing my best friends (the Girls of Grace crew) home to meet my family (that’s you, Georgia). And I hope you’ll be there.
This weekend in San Antonio was our last Girls of Grace event of the season.
You know I’m an emoter, I tend to feel things LIKE REALLY FEEL THINGS, and I don’t like when things end. I spent most of Saturday feeling things- watching all the lasts, taking it all in, fighting with all my might not to cry out of pure gratefulness to be a part of such a special event.
For the thousands of y’all that have been a part of a Girls of Grace event this season, you know what I’m taking about.
The worship. Meredith Andrews has a special place in God’s heart and we all get to go there when she leads.
The bands. So cool. Such a highlight of the day to have incredible musicians singing words that challenge and encourage.
Point of Grace. Don’t even get me started. I feel like those ladies are the big sisters I never had.
And then Amber. Our fashion expert and one of my real life BFFs. It meant EVERYTHING that she was on the tour with me. Nothing felt better than that sweet part of my home life being with me on every event.
But there are people you never see that work from sun up to sun down to make sure the event is flawless. The Word staff have become some of my dearest friends and no joke, every Girls of Grace event feels like just a big family back in the green room.
I didn’t know that would happen.
I didn’t know I’d see God do so many things in so many cities in so many hearts.
On Saturday, right before I spoke, the worship team was on the stage and a few of us were standing back stage. Chris was pacing back and forth with computer in hand, Denise Jones snuggled tightly with Remy, Meredith’s new baby, and I was going over my notes. Meredith sang on stage and we could hear it….
Our God is greater, our God is stronger, God You are higher than any other
Our God is Healer, awesome and power, Our God, Our God…
And I started singing quietly to myself. So did Chris. So did Denise. Meredith led us, I prepped to speak, and my friends sung around me. And it is one of those memories that I will never forget because it is exactly how I feel about Girls of Grace.
We’re just each other’s people, standing together, worshiping together, sharing Jesus together.
All season long we’ve been teaching about The Beautiful Truth. You are loved. You are valuable. You are more than a number. Your words matter. Wait for steak.
Here’s the Beautiful Truth that I have learned this season: God is more generous than I ever have known. I have felt it and seen it – over and over again – through the people and the events of Girls of Grace.
And I am so grateful. Grateful to the point of tears.
As we enter into next season, which I’m really honored to be a part of, I will never forget God’s generosity towards me in my first season with Girls of Grace.
Our God is greater.
Our God is stronger.
God, You are higher than any other.
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Did you come to Girls of Grace this season? What did you love about the day?
So here’s a thing.
At each Girls of Grace event, Chris Wheeler gives an awesome talk about boys versus men, and waiting on the right guy, and he uses the comparison of beef jerky and steak. He tells the girls to “wait for steak.”
And, sorry if I’m ruining this for anyone, but he cooks a steak on stage during the event.
This is an important fact.
It’s a genius move as it fills the room with the scent of cooking meat and does a beautiful job of displaying the core of his message. [I salute you, Chris.]
I speak about two hours after Chris. So last Saturday in Charlotte, around 1pm I headed up to the backstage and waited on our production manager, Peter, to give me a microphone. [Which, I will tell you, is one of my favorite, if not my very favorite, things about Peter. He gives me a microphone whenever I want one. Well, I mean, not whenever. But I bet he would. I’ll test next time and let you know.] I sat my Bible down on a black podium, in the semi-dark, and used my iPhone screen to light my notes to review.
Minutes go by and I pick up said Bible and pen and the leather on my Bible is wet.
Yep. Wet, y’all. Wet.
“That’s weird,” I thought as I looked around, “there’s no water or anything.” And then the iPhone light shone onto my hands and the liquid was B-R-O-W-N.
All my gag reflexes were lined up and ready to party because I was like, “I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I DON’T KNOW, PETER AND ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN TO MY PANIC. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT BROWN LIQUID IS ALL OVER MY BIBLE AND HANDS AND INSIDE MY PEN CAP FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING EVER.”
And then, because I am a brave little soldier, I smelled it.
My hands, Bible, and pen all smelled of freshly cooked beef.
In the darkness, I had laid all my belongings into Chris’s steak juice that had, at some point in the morning, drained down from the ledge where the said steak must have sat after it was cooked and the juice flowed into a puddle on the podium. Being that the podium was black, I didn’t see it.
So with zero time to do anything about it, I walked on stage smelling like I just used my paws to massage a well-seasoned cow. And literally everything I had with me had been meat-slimed.
It kinda ruined my life.
I threw away that pen yesterday, because even three days later, it reeks of cooked cattle and as much as I appreciate the reminder to wait for God’s best in my life, I’d rather not smell it.
And that’s all I have to say today. Happy Thursday.