rest. restore. roar.

Journey to His Best

through the Rest. Restore. Roar. Retreat

Life has a way of leaving its mark on us.

Some wounds come from heartbreak, loss, disappointment, betrayal, or fear. Others come from years of striving, comparison, carrying burdens we were never meant to carry, or simply believing lies about who we are.

Over time, we begin to lose sight of the woman God created us to be.

Rest. Restore. Roar. is a 3½-day retreat designed to help women slow down, breathe deeply, and create space for Jesus to restore their souls.

Through biblical teaching, storytelling, guided reflection, worship, creativity, journaling, meaningful conversations, and practical tools, you'll begin to uncover the lies that have shaped your story, rediscover the truth of who God says you are, and learn how to walk forward in freedom.

This retreat isn't about becoming someone different.

It's about becoming more fully the woman God created you to be.

Together, we'll journey through the stories that have shaped us, celebrate how far we've come, release what no longer belongs, and learn how to move forward with wisdom, courage, healthy boundaries, and peace.

You'll leave with practical tools to continue your journey long after the retreat is over—because restoration isn't a destination; it's a lifelong walk with Jesus.

Whether you're feeling weary, carrying grief, searching for purpose, longing for freedom, or simply sensing that God has something more for your life, this retreat is an invitation to pause and allow Him to meet you right where you are.

You don't have to have it all together.

You don't have to know all the answers.

You simply have to be willing to come.

Come as you are.

Leave reminded that you are seen.

You are known.

You are deeply loved.

You have purpose.

You have a story worth telling.

And with Jesus leading the way, you can journey toward His best.

Testimonies

Before camp, I didn’t realize just how exhausted I had become. As a wife, a mom, and someone who is always taking care of everyone else, I had been carrying so much that I forgot what it felt like to simply be still. Camp gave me permission to rest—not because I had earned it, but because I needed it. God met me in the worship, in the quiet moments, in the conversations with incredible women, and in the lessons on forgiveness. I realized I had been holding myself to impossible standards, carrying guilt for not always being the mom, wife, or person I thought I should be. Through camp, God gently reminded me that His Grace is enough. One of my favorite moments wasn’t anything big or elaborate. It was getting in the pool, floating, laughing, and feeling the weight I’d been carrying start to lift. It sounds so simple, but for the first time in a long time, I felt joy. Real joy. The kind that comes when you slow down, breathe deeply, and remember who you are in Christ. I left camp with more than wonderful memories. I came home with a renewed heart, a deeper relationship with the Lord, and the reminder that taking care of my soul isn’t selfish—it’s necessary. I know my family is getting a better version of me because I said yes to those four days. If you’ve been thinking about going to camp, this is your sign. Come exactly as you are. Whether you’re carrying exhaustion, hurt, guilt, or simply the weight of everyday life, you’ll find a place where you’re loved, encouraged, and reminded that you were never meant to carry it all alone. I’ll forever be grateful for what God did in my heart at camp. It wasn’t just four days away—it was the beginning of healing, restoration, and rediscovering the joy He always intended for me to have.

Emily Litka, 2026

I wasn't sure what to expect when I signed up for "camp", but I can honestly say it changed me. This weekend wasn't easy. It was emotional, uncomfortable, and we dug into hurt and trauma that I didn't even realize I was still carrying. To be honest, I went into it telling myself I wasn't going to cry. I was stubborn. I had made up my mind that I was going to hold it together. Well... that didn't last, and I'm so thankful it didn't. I needed those tears. I needed to let out years of hurt and pain that I had kept bottled up. While I was sitting there crying, these ladies never made me feel embarrassed or judged. They didn't try to fix me. They just sat with me, prayed with me, hugged me, and reminded me I wasn't alone. I'll never forget that. As hard as it was, it's exactly what I needed. God was there the whole weekend. I can't really explain it, but I could feel Him. He was so close, walking with us through every hard conversation and every painful memory. I truly felt like He was holding me while I let go of things I had been carrying for way too long. We even did crafts to help us work through our emotions. I'll admit, at first I was thinking, "How is this going to help?" But it did. It gave us a chance to slow down, reflect, and let God keep working on us.The ladies I met this weekend are no longer just people I see around town. They became sisters in Christ and friends I know I'll have for a lifetime. We laughed together, cried together, prayed together, and walked through some really hard things together. There's a bond that comes from sharing something like that. I came home different. Not because everything in my life is suddenly perfect, because they are far from it, but because I finally let God into places in my heart that I had kept closed for a long time. I am so thankful I had the opportunity to be part of camp. It wasn't always easy, but every tear, conversation, every prayer, and moment was worth it. I left with a lighter heart, a stronger faith, and friendships that I will always cherish. God met me exactly where I was, and I'll never forget what He did in my heart this weekend. I will be forever grateful for this experience and for every woman who walked beside me through it.

Rachael Rogers, 2026

This past month I attended an all-women’s soul restoration retreat/camp, called Rest, Restore, Roar and to even say that God did and is doing amazing things would be an understatement. If you are someone who has been to church camp, or something similar you know that when you leave at the end of it you have this whole new feeling/perspective on things. Like the sun is shining brighter, the sky is bluer, and that nothing can stop you from achieving your biggest goals or tackling your biggest hurdles. Well, this experience is no different in that sense, BUT the way that it is different is that it truly gives you the tools you need to defend yourself against the enemy, when he tries to creep back in, It gives you strength and a Tribe to deal with it. As someone who has been through a lot of life changes the past couple of years, as well as just being on an emotional rollercoaster even longer. I am now navigating moving forward with God’s plans rather than my own, and this was exactly what I needed.

Stephanie Harder, repeat camper, 2021 and 2022

We are going to spend time with horses? Oh no we aren’t. I’m afraid of horses!!!! They are big and uncontrollable and can hurt you! I was in Texas on retreat. I tried to persuade my way out of this insane adventure. The sympathy was not coming. Did no one care? Surely I could be given a pass. A hard pass. Nope. Get in the car. First group. No relief. We drove. Laughed. I felt very tender and almost in tears. What the heck!? Fear? Frustration? Uncomfortable?We pull up. Our leader got out of the car first. Two dogs. One bit her. It was a sure sign from the universe to get back in the car. I did! Wait! Where is everyone going. Ugh!……
We found the barn and the people. I was ready to cry. Faint. Stomp my feet. I told anyone that would listen that I was afraid. I applied oils. Took deep breaths. They were reading scripture. Didn’t they know I was in panic mode. Yes I know horses pick up on your fear! That makes me fearful. Someone picked my horse. I walked over with her. She made me apply to harness. I got it wrong. My horses name was Treasure. Older and docile they said. Still looked like a horse to me.We walked to the arena. Why do I want to cry writing this? We were instructed to walk the horses in circles. Well the more we walked the more Treasure jerked my chain. Pulling. Leading. Me. In my head I said over and over again, I’m done. I’m not doing this. I can’t. I won’t. We stopped to listen to the Holy Spirit. Tears were flowing. Why Lord? Mark, one of the leaders, walked over. How awkward. Hi Mark. I can’t stop crying. Mark’s words, so who was leading who? Him. He was leading me. Does he not like me, I asked? ( so telling) Mark was calm and wise. His reply- looks like your fear was leading you. Cue the flood. He stood there a bit without speaking and walked away. I asked the Lord what am I afraid of? Three layers of answers came: fear of not doing or being enough, then fear of not being loved, then the root one, fear of being hurt. Wow. This can mirror emotional, spiritual, and physical pain I thought. They had us try and synchronize our breathing with the horse. Most of us were convinced horses held their breath. I breathed. Tried to relax. Stroked Treasures neck. On the next arena walk we started out so well. Me leading. Me in charge. Then Treasure took over again. Let’s check out the water trough. Let’s see if there is a snack in this bucket. Let’s walk Kay into the fencing. My fear took over again. To say this was a life changing day is a no brainer. Holy Spirit says to me, where in your life do you live from fear? What decisions do you make out of fear? Fear of letting others down? Fear of rejection and pain? Fear of being hurt. Fear WAS leading me. So eye opening in so many ways. Even yesterday I wasn’t going to do something, out of fear, and I said out loud. Enough of this. I’m sick of fear. You guys, where is fear jerking your chain and causing you to make decisions that do not have your best interest in mind? Was my identity taking its direction from fear or the Holy Spirit? Someone mentioned these words- sin is not walking in your identity! Was I letting my fear lead me down a sinful path of my own doing? When you know better you do better right? At least I am paying attention and asking. And battling that fear. With Him.

Kay Simpson, 2022