It’s taken me a few days to rest and recover from TRANSCEND. Today, I paused to wrap my mind around the magnitude of what I experienced. What we encountered. The way the Holy Spirit showed up with power and presence was spirit filled and mind blowing! From the awesomeness of His power and prophetic movement to the joyful and authentic praise, this was everything I prayed for! It was the manifestation of the vision. It was a mighty move of God, which exceeded every expectation. It was a not a conference, it was an encounter … we transcended beyond the movement!

With that said, words are not adequate enough to fully capture both my gratitude and the power of what we experienced at TRANSCEND. When the Holy Spirit first whispered the theme into my spirit, my immediate response was, “Uh oh.” I knew then that this one-word theme carried a weight beyond our expectations. Yes, we fellowshipped and danced, but God invited us to go deep into the Spirit realm. Deep into transformation. Deep into worship that was pure, unfiltered, and free.

I knew this conference would be amazing because the enemy tried so hard to stop it. From the moment God said, “Transcend,” I felt the shift in the atmosphere. And with that one-word theme came opposition, distraction, and spiritual warfare.

There was a moment when things looked bleak. People asked, “Are you still going to have it?” And all I could do was hold onto the vision that God had placed in my spirit. I couldn’t afford to look back. I had to go forward.

But once God spoke it, my determination became stronger. We pushed and we pressed. We rose above the noise. We danced past the naysayers. We transcended every obstacle. We held to our faith and look what the Lord has done! Breakthroughs! Deliverance! Healing! Renewal! Hope! Restoration and more!

I had the honor of ministering alongside two of my three daughters. To stand beside them in worship was a glimpse of generational blessings in motion. And we were not alone. I witnessed generations of families moving together literally, and figuratively. Grandmothers, mothers and fathers, daughters, and sons all dancing, praising, transcending together. It was a remarkable sight!

Everyone who God ordained to be there came as yielded vessels. Willingly. Openly. Fully available to the move of God. They did not come for a performance; they came for an encounter. They desired transformation. They prayed to transcend.

As we prayed and searched for the right preacher for the conference, I knew in my spirit we needed someone who could make the Word applicable to dancers and worshippers alike. Rev. Dr. Karren Todd did not disappoint!

She preached “Beyond the Movement,” a message that resonated deeply and aligned perfectly with every workshop and every encounter throughout the conference. Her ability to speak to both the dancer and the congregation was divine confirmation.

Following the lead of the Holy Spirit, we invited her to return and close us out on Sunday. Her message, titled “To Be Continued,” was not just a benediction, it was a charge. A prophetic declaration. A holy push not to go back to life or ministry as usual, but to transcend into deeper commitment, more intimate worship, and greater impact.

This was a full-circle moment for me. Before I was ordained, before I fully understood the weight and scope of my calling, Pastor Karren invited me to work with the dance ministry at her former church. She was one of the very first to invite me out to train others in this sacred work. Her early endorsement helped shape the foundation of my ministry. To have her stand and minister at TRANSCEND, decades later, was nothing short of divine orchestration.

As I reflect on 30 years… wow. I honestly can’t believe how quickly time has flown. If someone had told me three decades ago that this would be God’s plan for my life, I would have laughed in disbelief. I probably did laugh! I remember being in my twenties, young, uncertain, and unaware that God was slowly dancing me into ministry. I didn’t know what ministry was. I just knew that something sacred was stirring.

Many have come and gone. Seasons have shifted and so has the ministry. There have been highs and lows, mountaintop moments and valleys so low only the Spirit could lift me. Yet through it all, God has allowed me to transcend. Not only in dance, but in life.

Ministry has been my life. And truthfully, I would not have it any other way. God has danced with me through every season. At 56, with a hip replacement on the horizon, I can say with confidence: this is where God wants me. I feel it in my bones. My call is still relevant and has not diminished. The ministry will continue. There is still work to do. I see the transcendence. I feel the expansion.

What blesses me most is seeing others rise, my spiritual children, my children in the ministry, and my very own daughters … blossoming and walking in their own callings. It brings tears to my eyes. Not from pride, but from awe. To see the fruit God has produced through my life and ministry. I don’t know why he chose me, but I remain humbled.

I know without a doubt that I am dancing in purpose. Not only did He choose me, but He has also sustained me. He allowed my gifts to make room for me. He allowed me to minister beside my mentor, Dr. Kathleen Turner, who is now both a peer and a friend. I still hold her in the highest esteem, and I’m still learning from her.

I never imagined I would be ministering on the same platform as such anointed, phenomenal dancers. And now, to be in a place where I can witness the rising of the next generation of leaders, their gifts, their power, their sensitivity to the Spirit is nothing short of divine.

As I sit with all that has unfolded at TRANSCEND and across these thirty years, I realize I’m not just reflecting on ministry. I’m reflecting on what saved me. This ministry has been my lifeline. It held me when I didn’t think I could keep going. It has kept me grounded when life threatened to unravel me. It has been the place where I could pour out and be poured into, again and again.

And the truth is, I would not have made it without the people who stood beside me. The ones who prayed when I couldn’t. The ones who stayed when others walked away. The ones who saw me … not just the leader, not just the choreographer, not just Rev, or even as Ma, but as me without all the titles.

There are no words to fully express how deeply thankful I am for the many financial supporters who helped bring this vision to life and who have planted financial seeds over the years. Your faith, generosity, and unwavering belief in this ministry made the impossible possible. And to every participant who registered, traveled, danced, prayed, and showed up, thank you. You came by faith. You kept coming, even when the road looked uncertain. I praise God for this community that has carried me when my strength ran low. I don’t take that for granted.

This ministry is more than movement. It is healing. It is family. It is legacy. It is life.

Pastor Robinson, my father in the ministry used to say, “Ministry in Motion is a church within a church.” And he was right. This ministry has become a community, a congregation, and my family. Somehow, He allowed me to pastor them even as I learning what it meant to truly care for people. They gave me grace while I was learning to pray with them, lead them, and pour into them. Thank God for that because there were some days, especially in the beginning that I put the choreography over the people.

Ministry in Motion is more than a name. It is my sanctuary. It is my testimony. It is home … And after thirty years, it still moves.

The tears. The late nights. The prayers whispered through exhaustion. Even the pain in my body … It has all been worth it. Ministry costs. Over the years I’ve paid the price. I cannot begin to put into words what it has cost me over the past thirty years. There are places in me that only God and I will ever fully understand … places of sacrifice, of silence, of surrender. People may see the dance, the garments, the worship but they don’t always see the warfare. They don’t know what it took to still say yes when I felt like quitting. No one fully knows the cost.

The tears don’t just come from weariness. They come from the passion I carry for this ministry. From the weight of wanting to minister with excellence. From the desire to honor God, not just with movement, but with integrity, faithfulness, and a yielded heart.

Through it all, I still declare: “I will not offer to God that which costs me nothing.” This is my offering. This is my worship. This is still my yes.

I don’t use the word overwhelmed because what I feel is not a burden. I am abundantly blessed, and I move in abunDANCE. I am overflowing with joy and gratitude. Overflowing with expectation for what God is doing next. There is such a deep joy in my heart, such a holy fire in my spirit that I can barely contain it. I’m ready to have my hip replacement and recover well so God can continue to get the glory from my movement testimony!

One of the things I have known but now realize with deeper depth and discernment is that I’m still learning, while also unlearning. I’m leading yet being led. I haven’t arrived. I’m still becoming.

There were moments, not long ago, when I was ready to quit. Tired. Weary. Questioning whether it was time to lay it down. But TRANSCEND did something in me. It didn’t just fill me. It revived me. It stirred something sacred. It stirred up the gifts and fanned the flames. It reminded me of the why. And it extended my yes.

I’m not the same as I was when I started. I’ve grown. I’ve wrestled, like Jacob. I’ve been stretched. I walk with a limp, but I dance under the flow of the anointing.

I’m ready for what’s next. Ready to move forward. Ready to transcend into the next season with the same conviction that started it all: To dance the Word. To live the call. To minister with movement that heals, delivers, and brings glory to God. I am honored. Truly.

This weekend and over the years, lives were changed … at least mine has been. God has given me movement for life; not just for ministry moments, but for daily living, for healing, for hope. This ministry of dance is a sacred calling. It is not just choreography; it is consecration. It is a posture of worship. It is a lifestyle. It is the rhythm of life that transcends beyond the movement. That is the path forward, still.