Some weekends change lives, some shift bloodlines; this weekend was both.
God didn’t just show up… He showed out. What happened at the retreat was nothing short of Ephesians 3:20 in full bloom—“exceedingly, abundantly, above all that we could ask or think.” From the smallest details to the biggest breakthroughs, His fingerprints were on everything.
Generational trauma didn’t stand a chance.
Cassie and I cracked open the truth: Everything you’re carrying isn’t yours—but it is yours to break. Chains snapped. Lies were exposed. And healing began to flow like living water.
Jennifer gave us language for boundaries not just as protection, but as holy preservation. Women had lightbulb moments that turned into lifelong permission slips. Sade ministered straight to the little girl in each of us—the tender one, the hurt one, the one who learned to survive. And then she helped us mend what felt unmendable.
I’ve been to a lot of retreats. This was more of a reckoning – a time when God came and sat with us, reminded us of our identities, and put the enemy on notice.
God took a mustard seed of an idea and brought me destiny helpers to carry it out. Every woman who came was handpicked by God, prayed over by us, and open to the possibilities.
This weekend, we witnessed God moving in tandem with the Holy Spirit. We remembered our worth and reclaimed our healing.
The women were bold enough to step out, courageous enough to show up, and vulnerable enough to break open. And in return, God poured Himself out.
Healing is our portion, and we’re walking like it.
With deep gratitude,
Nesha
