As an artist, I am always inspired by how other artists choose to tell a story that will bring insight, laughter, and liberty to those who see and hear it. The artistry is one of the unique things that separates Woman Come Forth from other conferences and events with which I have been involved (kudos Faith & Laura!). The interweaving of the spoken Word of God, the performing and visual arts, prayer and healing exercises that restore the broken, and God’s people lavishing His love on one another is simply breathtaking! The most obvious display of this for me was the aerial dancer, bound high and tied up in cloths that represented the challenges of our lives - unwrapping herself in a God-trusting free-fall and soaring through air as Kathleen Carnali powerfully sang,“Be prepared to live like you’ve never lived before, leave the past behind you, you were meant to soar…Just Live!” As a speaker, the most impacting point is when women come through the ‘tomb’ after having surrendered their ‘graveclothes’ issue and they head toward us (the speakers) as we serve them communion. There is such a sense of release, relief and pure joy and peace on many of their faces. Women come through that tomb having left the pain of many disappointments and regrets behind. The shedding of their tears reflects the shedding of the past and a desire to move forward into the future God has planned for them. At times it is difficult for me to even offer the words ‘this is the body of Christ broken for you,’ amidst holding back my own tears.

As a woman who desires to deeply experience the height, breadth, depth and width of God’s love for me, this entire gathering from behind the scenes discussions and prayers, to the culmination of the event has set a standard for me of how God wants to express His love for His people. At every turn, from the beautiful venue, to men in tux giving out red roses, on through the engaging experience and final celebration; I experience the sumptuously rich and luxurious love of God! and I hold it in my heart and spirit…until next time.

Blessings,

Sadell Bradley