To celebrate our 30th anniversary, we’re telling 30 stories of God’s faithfulness in and through Fellowship North. You can read all the stories here.
We came to North Little Rock in 2005 after Hurricane Katrina. There were 7 of us: me, my mother, my sons Kevin and Kenderick, and Kevin’s kids: Josh, Aurbrey, and KJ.
We were invited to Fellowship North in December of 2005 to a Christmas event, and at the last minute I said no, that we wouldn’t be coming. But Sandra Clary kept asking. In January of 2006 she invited me to come hear a sermon on racial unity on MLK weekend. I came, and I knew that Fellowship North was where we were supposed to be.
I’ve been here ever since.
I know I am supposed to be in North Little Rock, and I know I am supposed to be at Fellowship North. Like I said, I knew it from the first Sunday I walked in.
But in January of 2011, my son Kevin died. Since Katrina, my whole family was living together in my house. All seven of us. Now one was gone.
At that point, Fellowship North became my family.
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Today’s story is by Barbara Scorza.
Barbara is the Director of Operations at Fellowship North and lives with her grandkids, Josh, Aurbrey, and KJ, in NLR post-Katrina. Her son Kenderick is in college at Ouachita Baptist.
“Everyday is an adventure at our home. There is never a dull moment. We are in full swing from sunrise to bedtime. I wake each morning with great anticipation and end my days with contemplative reflection. I love to watch people experience new things and I get great joy to see someone get a taste of God’s goodness.”