Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as you are doing. 1 Thessalonians 5:11
Hello. I’m Misty Cramer, Founder of Imagine 320. Welcome to this space! I’m thankful you’re here!
This is my NEW website, and as such, portions of it are still being completed. I apolgize if you have difficulty with any of it, but I thank you for your patience and I plan to have it completed soon.
Did you know we were created by a loving God who desires for us to have a relationship with Him? And not only that, but He desires for us to live life to the fullest, to have an abundant life (John 10)! Did you know that same God is able to do beyond anything we can ask or imagine (Ephesians 3:20)? Often we find ourselves just plodding along in life, without passion, without dreams, without a vision for our future. That isn’t the life God has in mind for us. Whether we are going through the dark valleys of life, venturing into the wonderful mountain tops of life, or find ourselves somewhere in between, God wants to walk with us, meet with us, and show us how to live life to the fullest.
This space was created with those facts in mind. It is meant to be a space that is filled with an opportunity to walk with one another. A space that is filled with the sharing of dreams. A space that provides an opportunity for holding one another accountable, as we chase and conqueror those dreams together. A space that allows us to go down into the valleys with one another, as well as go to the mountain tops with one another. A space where the life-giving message of Jesus will be shared, as we navigate life together. A space that will equip women and families through writing, speaking, small groups, and spiritual leadership coaching, in our pursuit to live the “abundant” life God has envisioned for us.
I’m truly thankful to have you visit this site and hope we will get to know each other better, as we pursue our God-given dreams together.
The Story Behind the Name
“Imagine 320. How did you come up with that name, Misty?”
Thanks for asking! Here’s the story:
My relationship with my biological father was strained, at best. There are memories of spoiled milk when I’d go visit on the weekends. Phone calls with “drunk daddy”. And waiting to be picked up for a weekend visit, only to have it turn into a “no show”. However, there were also memories of him with his family, my grandparents and aunts and uncles. A family who loved the Lord and who loved one another well......Click here to continue reading