I laid down confused and overwhelmed in a dim yoga studio chasing "inner peace," for the 100th time. This particular evening, mid-meditation, the Lord's voice cut through the silence: Let go. He named every practice, every crutch, every idol I was clinging to. I spent the rest of the class silently sobbing, hesitantly agreeing to let go, in a room full of quiet breaths.
Driving home, tears blurred the road, I pulled into a friend's driveway and collapsed onto his couch. The sobs felt different, more like a dam breaking than despair. When he asked what was wrong, I surprised us both: "Nothing. I'm not depressed anymore." It felt as though my eyes opened for the very first time.
From that day on I ran hard after Jesus. I found a church and was baptized. One evening at a women's Bible study the ice-breaker was, "What's one thing you physically love about yourself?" Most women could only name their smile or their eyes. My heart broke. The God who knit us perfectly together calls us fearfully and wonderfully made, yet we'd settled for scraps of self-esteem.
That night the burden became the blueprint. I dreamt of a space where Christian women heard God's affirmations over themselves. Where our cycles are a gift, not a burden, and our hormonal rhythms align under Christ's lordship. Remember how Song of Songs paints us as radiant, strong, and beloved? I wanted a space that echoes His truths every day.
Christ + Cycle was born from that vision: a place to track our cycles, nourish our bodies, move with purpose, and, above all, listen as God tells us of our beauty. My testimony is simple: When I stopped chasing counterfeit peace, the Prince of Peace gave me peace. Now I'm inviting every sister to do the same – honor the temple so the King can dwell and work through you. Let's listen, with Him showing us just how glorious we really are.