For years, I did all the “right things”—prayed, sang, showed up—but still felt like God was far. Intimacy felt forced. Rest felt impossible. I carried more weight than I admitted and quietly wondered if He even heard me. But He met me—not in the noise, not in my striving, but in the stillness. And what He gave me there wasn’t just for me. The Inner Room was birthed out of His heart as a gift for His daughters. My own struggle was simply the process that qualified me to hold your hand here. This is not another event. It’s not hype. It’s holy space—prepared for you to breathe, to rest, and to finally hear Him again.