Ashborne Retreat
There is a place where silence is not empty, but sacred.
Where ashes are not waste, but witness.
Where the weary do not have to explain themselves—only come.
Ashborne is a retreat for the woman who has walked through the fire and forgotten what beauty feels like.
It is not loud. It is not hurried.
It is a slow return to the One who restores what the world has burned.
Come away.
Not to be fixed.
But to be held by the God who still speaks in whispers.
“He will give them a crown of beauty for ashes...” – Isaiah 61:3
There is a place where silence is not empty, but sacred.
Where ashes are not waste, but witness.
Where the weary do not have to explain themselves—only come.
Ashborne is a retreat for the woman who has walked through the fire and forgotten what beauty feels like.
It is not loud. It is not hurried.
It is a slow return to the One who restores what the world has burned.
Come away.
Not to be fixed.
But to be held by the God who still speaks in whispers.
“He will give them a crown of beauty for ashes...” – Isaiah 61:3
There is a place where silence is not empty, but sacred.
Where ashes are not waste, but witness.
Where the weary do not have to explain themselves—only come.
Ashborne is a retreat for the woman who has walked through the fire and forgotten what beauty feels like.
It is not loud. It is not hurried.
It is a slow return to the One who restores what the world has burned.
Come away.
Not to be fixed.
But to be held by the God who still speaks in whispers.
“He will give them a crown of beauty for ashes...” – Isaiah 61:3