Three Doors. One Fire.
"His word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones." — Jeremiah 20:9
"Then he said to me, 'Prophesy to these bones, and say to them, O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.'" — Ezekiel 37:4
Dry bones don't just get up, love. Fire doesn't wait for permission. These three doors? Just three ways to walk through the same flames. It's that tug-of-war in your chest, mind against heart. But you don't have to fight it solo this time. God steps in first. We follow. We walk through the fire together, shoulder to shoulder.
Wisdom costs blood, sweat, and years you can't get back, love. I didn't wake up one day with it. God lit a fire in my bones and told me to use it. The flames I walked through? They burned off the fake and left me raw and real. Now I sit with women who are tired of pretending. I see your fire. I wasted years running from it. Learn from me and don't run from it. Let it burn. This isn't a job. It's what I was made for. I'm here to pour out what God gave me, for the daughters who are done faking fine and ready to walk through the flames for real.
Misfit Heart
No coaching. No fixing. Just a real place for women who are tired of white-knuckling life alone. Come as you are. Messy. Tangled. Real. Sit with women who know what it's like to smile on the outside and unravel inside. You were never meant to hold the knot by yourself, love. This isn't a door. It's the room where you can finally let your guard down, kick off your shoes, and breathe for real before you even think about choosing.
The Embers
"A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out." — Isaiah 42:3
For the woman who isn't ready to dive into the deep fire but is done being numb, love. Once a month, we gather live—real voices, real faces, not just words on a screen. We pray. We read poetry. We show up for each other. This is what I needed in early recovery: women who noticed when I disappeared and cared enough to check in. That's what The Embers is. Small enough that you can't hide. Real enough that someone will call your name. A little flame, watched on purpose, so it doesn't burn out in the dark.
$37/month
The Altar Fire Reset
"The fire must be kept burning on the altar continuously; it must not go out." — Leviticus 6:13
For the woman who just lost all her breath. Suffocating and praying silently, and let me tell you, the line got crossed. The knot in your chest pulled tighter while you slept. You need someone in the trenches with you, not just a quick check-in on Zoom or scrolling to hide. We do two live calls. One to name the fire. One to walk out of it. Four weeks where you can reach me Monday to Friday, eight to five. My voice in your pocket when the war in your head is screaming, and prayer feels like it hits the ceiling and falls back down.
Once you're approved, more will be revealed on exactly how this works.
$997 $697 Founding Member Rate — or 2×$375
3 spots per round. Application required.
The Wildfire Identity Project
"Is not my word like fire?" declares the Lord. — Jeremiah 23:29
This is the whole fire, love. Twelve weeks. Just you and me, every week. We walk through the W.A.R. Within. The silent screams. The battlefield in your chest. We drag the lies into the light. We pick truth, even when it hurts. We rise into who God already says you are. You get daily access to me. At the end, you hold your story in your hands. I write it into a poem and frame it for you. Not to tell you who you are, but to remind you: you made it through the fire. You are living proof the flames didn't win.
Once you're approved, more will be revealed on exactly how this works.
$1,997 $1,497 Founding Member Rate — or 3×$499
3 spots per round. Application required.