2017 Women’s Conference

Upcoming Speaking Event

Saturday, May 06, 20179:00 AM – 2:00 PM

Location: Elevate Christian Church, 156 Poplar Springs Rd., Hiram, GA US 30141

Sign-up: 2017 Women’s Conference

Cost: $25.00

Coordinator: Carol Fleming

Many of us spend our lives wearing different masks or façades. We may wear these masks to cover up parts of ourselves we don’t like.  Perhaps we wear the mask because we lose ourselves on the mommy, wife, daughter, sister, student or career wheel. The more of these masks we wear, the deeper we hide our true selves and in turn we hide from God. Please join us Saturday May 6, 2017 (9 AM – 2 PM; doors open @ 8:30 AM) as Joyce Thrasher leads us in finding our True Identity and Kristian Whittington leads our hearts in worship.

Donny and Joyce Living The Retirement Life….

The Thrasher's Family Holidays were filled with fire alarms, graduations, engagements, Santa Clause, hockey games and so much more!

Donny and Joyce: The Retirement Life

Traveling in our RV with our two cats and loving life!

 Everyone has been asking what we’ve been doing since we retired….well here it is! 

Hope you enjoy watching our Crazy Retirement Life.

The Thrasher’s Family Holidays were filled with fire alarms, graduations, engagements, Santa Clause, hockey games and so much more! We have busy traveling the country and trying to stay out of trouble.

Thrasher Family Christmas

Thrasher Family Christmas

Donny at Lake Lanier Georgia

Donny….Lake Lanier Georgia

Zach University of Auburn Graduation

Zach graduated from University of Auburn December 2016

Christians Laugh Too:

The Christian Life Through Cartoons and Humor by Joseph Brown

Christians Laugh Too: The Christian Life Through Cartoons and Humor

My brother’s book just came out! It would make a great Christmas present! I was a contributor to the book.

A collection of cartoons illustrating Bible stories, Biblical truths and church life humor. Funny, clean, family friendly cartoons with truths to challenge Christians. Funny and enriching humor to bring a smile to peoples day as they relate to memories from Sunday school and experiences at church.

You can find it on Amazon.



Don’t Forget Our Veterans

us soldier I recently took Donny, my husband, to the Veteran’s Hospital closest to our home. Donny’s hip had been bothering him and we thought it should be checked out. Not long after we arrived and signed in to the VA emergency room, we knew we were there for something much bigger than a sore hip. God sent us there!

We sat in a room filled with veterans with a TV on, but nobody could hear it because our vets were talking about where they were stationed and in what war or mission they had served. It was interesting just listening, which is what Donny and I did for a while.

Veterans came and went and we learned that some had been there for five hours before we arrived. The longest wait was that of an older vet who sat for ten hours before being seen by a doctor. Most of the vets in the ER didn’t have anyone with them to get them something to eat or drink, so when I went out to buy a few snacks for Donny, I bought extra for those vets who might want or need water or a snack. They were so appreciative, and hearing “thank you, ma’am” over and over again brought a smile to my face and more than covered any cost.

A young man soon came in and sat down in a chair next to Donny and me. It was apparent that he was in distress, not physically, but mentally and emotionally. He could not have been over 25 years old. Hunkered down in his own world, he talked to himself and was agitated because he had seen so much violence and had lost so many friends.

No doubt he was hurting and probably taking several substances (legal or not) to try to cope with his emotions and memories from the “conflict.”  Radical Islamic terrorism killed this young man’s friends and forever changed his life. Seeing his friends slaughtered, that young veteran is lost and doesn’t fit in anymore. His battle is not over, and may never be over, as he relives horrible memories and endures terrible nightmares. Living a “normal” life is no longer an option for him.

But this young man soon stopped talking to himself and opened up to Donny, actually giving Donny a smile. Because my husband was in the Army for 29 years as a Chaplain, he has a lot of experience talking to soldiers and understanding PTSD and the pain they go through everyday. Donny and I both know this wounded warrior has a long road ahead of him and we pray that the VA takes care of him and treats him like the hero he is.

After seven hours of waiting in the emergency room, Donny and I were alone with another young man who was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. His pants sagged too low and I thought, “pull your pants up.” He was holding his stomach and I could tell he was in pain. After going in to see a doctor, he came back to the waiting room. I noticed that his jeans were now a little lower and his boxer shorts were showing and he was still bent over holding his stomach. I sat there in the waiting room judging him and wondered why he thought it was okay to walk around like that. I thought “if he were one of my sons, I wouldn’t care how old he is, I would tell him to pull his pants up”.

Donny was finally discharged from the emergency room at the same time the young vet with the too low pants (and a few missing teeth) was discharged. The three of us walked to the elevator together. The vet wanted to continue talking with Donny and learn more about how Donny had gone through airborne school at the age of 43. The vet was so impressed with Donny because airborne school is not easy to get through at any age, much less 43. The vet then told us that he went through airborne school at the age of 19, and then through Ranger school. Donny said, “Well, you were one of the few, because not many people make it through Ranger school.”

When we got into the elevator, the vet said, “Yep, I was one of the crazy ones who made it through.” Then he lifted his shirt and showed us two bullet wounds in his side and lower abdomen. “I suffer daily with the constant pain and the doctors can’t seem to fix it.”

I wanted to cry right then and there, but instead I spoke to my own heart, “Thank you for your service; thank you for raising your hand and volunteering to go into harm’s way.” Now in his 20’s, that wounded warrior suffers everyday because of his sacrifice. And to think that I judged him because he couldn’t pull his pants up around his waist because it hurt too much to do so. There he was, a real American Hero, and I had no idea!

That humbling moment made me realize that while our nation continues to fight the battle against evil, all of us are fighting some kind of battle. We should never judge others based on how they dress, talk, or act. Since we don’t know what anyone has been through, we need to love everyone, just like Jesus loves us.

Next time you see a veteran, don’t hesitate to say, “Thank you.” Those brave men and women have sacrificed so much for our freedom. I pray that our next president will respect our military and help our soldiers learn how to have a normal life when they return home from service – as “normal” as they can.


We depend on the LORD alone to save us. Only he can help us, protecting us like a shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we are trusting in his holy name. Let your unfailing love surround us, LORD, for our hope is in you alone. (Psalm 33:20-22 NLT)


Joyce Talks about RV Living with Her Husband and 2 Cats

Laugh with Joyce about RV living and giving up her somewhat normal life....

Laugh with Joyce about full-time RV living.  She talks about the black tank and some of the issues that come with RVing with her husband and two cats.  She explains what her life is like now compared to her former somewhat normal life.  This video was made at First Baptist Church in Lake Park, Georgia on October 15, 2016.  The event was called Women of Worth.

If you are interested in booking, Joyce please fill out the contact form.


Blended Families Are Just That….

put a bunch of people from different backgrounds together...shake em up and see how things come out

“Blended families are just that – you put a bunch of people from different backgrounds together – shake em up and see how things come out”

Anyone know anything about blended families? Ever have that time in your life when you are at a cross roads between the kids and the hubby and then you run interference to avoid conflict in the house? How many of you are there today? Let me just tell you to go ahead and save yourself some long-term suffering and just let them work it out….far better for them to work through the tough times…work through their frustrations/problems….than for you to run interference, to avoid conflict and then they never work through the issues…having said that…there are several scriptures to reference to make sure you are handling these issues the way they need to be. Lets look at Ephesians 6:1 – 4 Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother”(this is the first commandment with a promise), “That it may go well with you and that you may live long in the land…” “Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord…” It’s all about balance – the balance of love and discipline. And moms, this will help you in the long run !!!



Guest Blogger Tray Carter

Guest Blogger Tray Cart


Tray Carter lives in Enterprise, Alabama. She is a mother of 3…G.mama to 3….and the rider of more Rollercoaster rides than 6 flags…..journeying through this life has been a challenge at best…what I want you to know is it’s not how you start the race…it’s how you finish….join me in these last miles and lets finish strong…..

Joyce Thrasher ministering at the local strip clubs.

Joyce Thrasher ministering at the local strip clubs.

WDHN in Dothan, Alabama interviews Joyce Thrasher about “Saving Souls on The Poles.”

Joyce Thrasher talks about  Ministry to women working

at local strip clubs.



Date: September 8, 2015
Appearance: Saving Souls on the Poles
Outlet: WDHN Dothan First
Location: Dothan, Alabama
Format: Television

Ministry at the local strip clubs

In the Midst of the Mess

Guest Blog - Ruthie Brand

We’ve been homeschooling for a few years now and the vision I had about homeschooling when we started doesn’t match up with the reality that we live out day to day. Our days are a lot messier than I thought, and not in the idyllic “we painted mini Rembrandts today” but in an “everything is chaos and why are we doing this?” kind of way. No, our mess doesn’t seem to accomplish anything.

I have good intentions. Each day starts out with a plan, a schedule, a hope of marking items off the list with sighs of satisfaction. We start out at the kitchen table, Ian and me. I’m helping him along with his Key Word Outline for IEW, a writing program for the Christian school he attends part time. Keeping his eyes on the page is an accomplishment in itself. Writing about sailors who were called “limeys” makes him thirsty so he heads to the fridge and gets out a gallon of milk, which he proceeds to swing over the top of his head, flinging milk in every direction. Milk is everywhere and while he says, “Oops,” I’m staring slack-jawed at the mess, in shock because this is a deja-vu moment. This very same scenario played itself out just last week when he yawned and stretched with his full glass of milk and the world had to stop in order to “de-stickify” the kitchen.

So instead of a writing lesson we are down on the kitchen floor talking about impulsivity and being responsible and how to clean up after our messes and in walks my Narcoleptic teenager. Who, because of this disorder has learned to operate in “survival mode” and can eat and perform basic tasks while still sleeping. Only slightly awake, he pours the gallon of apple juice so near his cup, he almost made it. Apple juice ricochets off the counter, plummets down the cupboard and pools at his feet and he is unaware. It is my screaming that wakes him up and he sploshes through the apple juice on the floor to go fall asleep in the bathroom.

Frustrated, I find myself mopping the floor for the second time before 9a.m. and the it serves as a metaphor for me of the bigger messes of our life that exacerbate the tension I have with my reality and the idol I’ve made of things looking a different way, of things looking the same as the pictures on the homeschool blogs I’ve read or of my dear homeschool friends whose children can play the violin underwater while solving complicated algorithms.

The bigger messes we deal with in our home tend to fall in the realms of mean-spiritedness, selfishness, disrespectful attitudes, and my own impatience and anger as I aim to help my children problem-solve and end up making their messes, my mess too.

And so I have to preach to myself everyday. I have to think on and meditate on and swim in the truth that my Jesus is a redeemer. He is in the business of making messes holy. He takes our moments of chaos, which I think have no redeemable value and he turns them into opportunities to depend on Him, lean into his mercy and trust that when He says He is working in all things, that He really is. That somehow, in ways I do not see, He is taking our mess and doing a refining work. In them. In me.

I may be mopping up spills after my children on into their adulthood. I hope not. I pray they learn to conquer their pouring predicaments along with the bigger messes we seem to grapple with everyday and that they would see in me, a mother who is trusting Jesus in the midst of the mess.






Ruthie’s Bio:

Ruthie is a wife to Garry and mom to 4 kids from Michigan. She teaches Speech, Drama and English part time at a local Christian school, home educates, and loves Jesus, reading, not running, and chocolate chip cookies.