06/19/2026
Hell knocked the wind out of me today.
I honestly have no words.
For months, I’ve been planning a trip to Raleigh—not to receive, but to give back to the men and women who stepped up for us when we needed them most.
The first responders.
The ones we call when fear kicks in our front door.
The ones we expect to show up on our worst day.
The ones who carry the weight so the rest of us can breathe.
As we began planning our first workshop for first responders, we reached out to churches, community centers, event venues, veterans organizations, and community colleges, praying someone would partner with us.
Unfortunately, we didn’t receive a single “yes.”
In fact, many of our calls were never even returned.
It was discouraging.
But God had already gone before us.
Three months ago, at Ignite, a man walked up to my table and asked about our workshop, How to Heal Your Wife’s Broken Heart.
Three months later, that same man attended one of our Men’s Emotional Recovery Clinic workshops.
Then he said, “Here am I. Send me.”
He didn’t just find us a location…
He found a home.
A place dedicated to serving our veterans.
He FaceTimed me with the biggest smile and said, “Keisha…it’s FREE.”
I just sat there in tears.
And in that moment, I realized something.
God wasn’t looking for a building. He was looking for a servant.
One person willing to say yes.
One person willing to make a phone call.
One person willing to open a door so healing could walk through it.
Only God could write a story like this.
So next week, I’m getting on a plane—not because I have to, but because I get to.
I have the privilege of pouring back into the first responders and veterans who have spent their lives pouring into others.
If you’re in the Raleigh area, or you have a first responder or veteran in your family, I’d love for you to join us.
Sometimes the people who run toward everyone else’s emergencies are quietly carrying battles of their own.
It’s our turn to show up.
