They arrived with curiosity. They left with conviction. As the final session closed and goodbyes echoed through the corridors of Crandall University, something deeper lingered: a sense that what happened at interMISSION 2025 wasn’t ending. It was just the beginning. From the first worship gathering to the last lunchtime conversation, interMISSION became a space where God stirred hearts, opened eyes, and invited action. The stories shared, the hands lifted in worship, the tea

Leadership rarely begins in the spotlight. More often, it starts with a nudge, a quiet conversation, a passing comment, a moment of courage shared in a workshop or mentioned over coffee. At interMISSION 2025, we watched those nudges multiply. Women walked in wondering what God might be asking of them. Many walked out knowing. This week’s post is a celebration not of interMISSION itself but of what happens afterward: The stories we’re still hearing. The hearts still stirring.

There’s something sacred about gathering with other women whose hearts beat for Christ. Whether it was laughter over lunch or shared silence during worship, God moved in the space between us at interMISSION 2025. The moments weren’t always scripted or polished but they were deeply, undeniably holy. Fellowship wasn’t surface-level. It went beyond a polite hello or shared interest. We saw one another. We heard one another. And in those conversations—sometimes joyful, sometimes

Some songs don’t end when the music stops. They echo through tears, through silence, through memories of a shared sacred moment. That’s what happened on Friday evening at interMISSION 2025. It wasn’t just another worship set; it was a healing experience that crossed cultures, languages, and personal wounds. “The Friday evening music was unbelievable. So beautiful!” From the first chord, something felt different. The worship leaders didn’t just lead songs. They invited us into