Oh Branson, my Branson… how I love thee. As I walk around Branson Landing, the restaurant and shopping area where I’m staying for our ICFM Directors retreat, I am keenly aware of two things: 1. Jackie is not here. 2. This place is marketed toward 40-60 year old women. The anchor stores are Chico’s, Lane Bryant, and Black House/White Market, my personal favorite. Plus, there’s a big Bass Pro Shop to keep the men happy, and a smattering of Aéropostale and Hot Topix type spots for the kidlets. What’s not to love, I ask you?
Tonight is dinner and a show with some of my favorite people in the world; ministers of the Gospel. Pastors, traveling ministers, music leaders, and trusty support people, like me. We love God and we love the ministry, and we have the battle scars to prove it.
I am honored to be a part of this group of people. They have given and given, and then they give some more. The Bible says, How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news. (Isaiah 52:7) In honor of that scripture, I am treating myself to some Toms, because these boots definitely weren’t made for walking.