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Be Still Conference 2018

"The Lord said, "If you will just be still, I will touch you." --Pastor Keisha Battle Spivey


On Friday evening, I had the incredible opportunity to travel with some amazing friends to a Woman's Conference for the weekend. It was my prayer that God quiet my mind from all lingering responsibilities, clear the distractions and allow me to enjoy the present on another level.  He did just that and tons more.

Before I arrived to the location where we were to meet, I ate a bag of caramel creme candy to subdue the nervous energy. Maybe that wasn't such a great idea, considering that I talked the entire trip. I found myself being extremely chatty for no apparent reason but maybe I was on a "sugar rush!" Finally, I was living out loud and it felt amazing! I cruised way outside my comfort zone and stepped completely out the box. I wanted to experience life on my own terms, without restriction for a change! I desperately needed the mental break. My emotional baggage was weighing me down but few knew. I'm sure my upbeat energy wouldn't give sign of the inner turmoil. I didn't retreat to the mask but I didn't allow the storm to drown me either. I knew God would take care of the struggles, if I kept my mind and heart intentionally focused on him.

The "Be Still Women's Conference" proved to be a life-transforming game changer. All the pieces of broken ligaments became one again. There weren't any distractions and I was in the correct posture to receive God's best. My hands were empty and available, so he poured like a flood. My spirit was filled to capacity, my soul was on overdrive and my grateful attitude replenished every ounce of lack and voids. There wasn't a need that remained unmet. His grace was more than sufficient. It filled every dry place of emptiness with an abundance of never ending milk and honey.

I witnessed lives changing, sisterhoods forming, and strongholds being loosed. We all came expecting and God delivered. We showed up for each other and He gave us more than our fair portion. He doubled it. We went full throttle into a powerful purpose-driven message of "Be Still and Know" to "Barren, No Longer- Trust Again." Then we heard life testimonies of women's moments of being still.

After lunch, we were filled, spiritually and physically beyond capacity. We were in awe of God's presence. We knew, without doubt, we had been changed from the inside out. We were ready to walk into our new season. The excitement was more than obvious. Burdens were lifted. The water was troubled and we were totally committed for the kingdom journey ahead.
I dare not try to tell it all. Words can't even capture my heart's capacity of the love that overflowed.

Our hugs grew tighter.

Our faith grew stronger.

Our love conquered all doubts, insecurities, and hesitation.

"Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
-Psalm 46:10

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