08/17/2026
The Meeting Place: We’re Coming Back Different. ❤️
I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a long time. Months actually.
And maybe the fact that I’ve thought about it for so long tells you a little bit about where I’ve been.
The Meeting Place has been quiet since October of 2024. But lately, something has been happening.
I’ve been getting notifications that women are still visiting this page, week after week.
And every time I see one, something in me remembers why this place existed in the first place.
During my season with The Meeting Place, I served as a pastor.
During those five years, I had the privilege of walking closely with people through some of the hardest seasons of their lives.
I listened.
I prayed.
I counseled.
I cried with people.
I poured out my time, my compassion, and my heart because I genuinely loved them.
And I don’t regret that.
But I have some battle scars from my own journey, too.
And in this season, God has been teaching me something that has been surprisingly difficult for me:
How to care for me.
My body.
My mind.
My soul.
How to rest without feeling guilty.
How to receive instead of always pouring out.
How to recognize when I’m striving instead of living from His yolk of rest.
And even now, those old thoughts still show up sometimes.
You’re being selfish.
You should be doing more.
You should be taking care of everyone else.
The difference is, I don’t believe them anymore.
I’m learning to recognize the old narratives and renew my mind with truth.
I’m learning that caring for myself doesn’t make me less loving. And I’m learning that exhausting myself is not evidence of my devotion to Jesus.
But there’s another part of this story that feels especially important as I think about The Meeting Place.
Many women originally found this space because they were searching for freedom:
Freedom from fear.
Freedom from bo***ge.
Freedom from the things that seemed to keep following them no matter how much they prayed, fought, or tried harder.
And I still passionately believe that freedom is your portion.
I still believe Jesus delivers.
I still believe His desire is for His daughters to walk completely free.
But my understanding of freedom has deepened.
I spent a lot of years believing that if I could just identify the next battle, close the right door, pray the right prayer, cast out the right demon, or fight hard enough, I would finally arrive at freedom.
Today, I’m learning to begin somewhere very different: with Jesus.
With His victory.
With His finished work.
With what has already been accomplished on our behalf.
Galatians 5:1 says:
“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.”
Notice where Paul begins: Christ has set us free.
And then he tells us to stand firm in that freedom.
Maybe freedom isn’t something we spend our lives desperately trying to obtain.
Maybe part of our journey is learning to believe, receive, and live in agreement from the freedom Jesus has already given us.
And I want The Meeting Place to become a safe place to explore exactly that.
Because I’ve realized something else along the way:
Isolation breeds doubt.
When we’re alone with our thoughts long enough, old narratives can start sounding like truth again.
We need people who remind us who we are.
We need women who will sit beside us and say,
“I understand. I’ve been there too.”
We need each other.
And I believe healing happens in community.
Maybe that’s why seeing women still finding this page has affected me so deeply.
It reminded me why The Meeting Place was created in the first place.
So I’m not bringing The Meeting Place back because I think women need another thing to do.
I’m reopening this space because I believe we need places where we can stop doing…
and simply come.
Come as we are.
With our faith and our questions.
Our victories and our battle scars.
Our strength and our exhaustion.
Our certainty and the things we’re still trying to understand.
And meet one another there.
I want us to talk about identity.
Grace.
The finished work of Jesus.
Renewing our minds.
Freedom.
Rest.
What spiritual warfare looks like through the lens of Christ’s victory.
And what it actually means to live as daughters who are already loved, already accepted, and already seated with Christ.
And eventually, I hope we can sit around actual tables again.
Not because any of us needs another meeting on the calendar…but because I think we need each other.
I don’t know exactly what this next chapter of The Meeting Place will become.
And I’m okay with that!
We’re going to take it slowly.
No striving.
No performance.
No pretending we have it all figured out.
Just women learning together how to live from the life and freedom we’ve already been given in Jesus.
Maybe that’s the vision now.
FREE.
WHOLE.
TOGETHER.
So if you’ve found your way here — whether you’ve been here since 2024 or you just arrived —
welcome to The Meeting Place.
Come as you are.
Bring your questions.
Bring your story.
Bring your battle scars.
I’ll bring mine. 🤍
