Our story
So many times in the same room.
Never once introduced.
Michael had come to Kristina’s church a few times with the youth from his church for conferences — same building, same crowd — and somehow never met her. Then conferences in Asheville: same weekends, same rooms, still no introduction. It took a conference in South Carolina, far from either of our homes, for the two of us to finally meet. We’ve been making up for lost time ever since.
We’d love for you to be there with us.