Mindy Lee Hopman

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. (‭John‬ ‭1‬:‭14‬ ESV)

My daughter climbs into my husband’s lap and my heart melts. Sometimes I walk away to hide the emotions that come forth. Often there are no words to describe the visible, physical, redeeming glory of the Word. Well, maybe there is one word – priceless.

God loves His daughters.

When God’s daughters come together, let go of worldly struggles, worship, praise, and pray together, we see His glory and we bring Him great joy.

Our God is a miracle worker.

God loved us first.

Over 18 years ago God brought my husband and I together in marriage, and at that time He brought us back to Himself. From the beginning, we built our marriage on the Rock. It could have been so different…

God gave us the gift of a boy to teach us about unconditional love. I looked down at my son and I understood. God loved me first. When we were expecting our second baby, I told my family and friends to buy purple, green, or yellow clothes if it was a girl.  Pink represented everything girly and sweet and that was not me as a child who grew up without a father in the home. God gave us a girl and something changed when I laid my eyes on my daughter for the first time. Twelve years ago on February 5th the walls of my heart began coming down when my baby girl entered the world. Then I saw her daddy hold her. In that very moment I saw the depth of a father’s love. I saw the pure, beautiful love a father naturally has towards his daughter and I understood. My heart exploded pink.

God has always felt that way about me.

God loves each one of His daughters, from all walks of life, and He is bringing us back to Himself.

On the cross Jesus breaks the power of our sin. He breaks the power of our shame. He rises again victorious and reconciles us to a Living God. Jo Saxton

In my mess, He found me.

God rises up from the splendor of heaven and He gets down in the dirt of the world. Jo Saxton

In my mess, He whispers, “I love you.”

We love, because He first loved us. (1 John 4:19, NASB)

In my mess, He redeemed me.

You see wounded. He sees warrior. You see broken. He sees beloved. You see unloveable. He sees unforgettable. You see shame. He sees salvation. You see failure. He sees new beginning. Jo Saxton

In my mess, I saw His glory and He set me free.

Glory refers to the felt presence, or substance of God. Jo Saxton

He swept me off of my feet and He prepared a feast.

On this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wine, of rich food full of marrow, of aged wine well refined. And he will swallow up on this mountain the covering that is cast over all peoples, the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth, for the Lord has spoken. It will be said on that day, ‘Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.” (‭Isaiah‬ ‭25‬:‭6-9‬ ESV)

So I sat with Him at the table and dined while He refined my soul. Gently He chiseled away years of hurt and isolation. In spite of my Abraham-like choices along the way, God began to pour love into every nook and cranny of my broken heart. By way of the blood He made me whole.

Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. (‭John‬ ‭14‬:‭6‬ ESV)

I wore pink for my daughter on February 5th in honor of her birthday, and for the women of the body of Christ around the world who make up the church. On that day we connected through Him and with Him at the IF:Gathering.

If God is real, than what does He look like in your life? Jennie Allen

Only God could bring such a beautiful, diverse group of women together of various backgrounds, cultures, and generations.  Only God could put someone like me in a place to serve them within the body of Christ. Our gathering teetered between simulcast and live event. Cynthia led worship. I taught communion. She led confession. Women came together as one in Him. Different generations of women served the bread and wine which represented Jesus’ body and blood. Jesus knew suffering. He was broken for us. Jesus was the last sacrifice. His blood washes away our sins. His blood represents the New Covenant. No longer are we held by the Covenant of the Law, but we are let loose by the Covenant of Grace.

Then I felt Him tug at my heart again.  I quietly handed the bread I was serving to a fellow leader and went to my knees for reconciliation.

Am I living out of a place that says, I believe He is who He says He is? Angie Smith

God had one more wall to bring down.

He reached down to me and extended His grace.

God waits for each of us at the well with a fresh drink of Living Water. In Him we will never thirst again.

He has prepared a feast for you with the Bread of Life.

O taste and see that the LORD is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! (Psalm 34:8)

May you let Him sweep you off of your feet. He has always loved you.

May you inhabit your worth in Him.

He is the author of each of our beautiful, messy stories and His love is enough.

You are enough. You have enough. Only because Jesus is enough. Jennie Allen

When we place our trust in Him something beautiful happens…  We rest and it feels as though we have crawled up into His lap, and let Him wrap His big-daddy arms around us. Then we quietly lay our head on His chest and listen to His heartbeat.

In Him we are one.
God loves His daughters.