There’s a space that few people talk about…

It’s the place between the pain you’ve survived and the healing you’re still hoping for.
Between church attendance and true connection. Between being saved… and still struggling. We call it The Gap Space—and it’s where most women live.

“In the Gap” is where survival meets spirit. It’s the raw, real space where life is hardest—the alleyway, the shelter floor, the backseat of a car, or a friend’s couch that never feels like home. It’s that corner where you’re just trying to make it through the night without losing your mind; the space between the prayers people say for you and the pain you’re still in. That’s the gap—and that’s where we show up.

We don’t just hand you scripture and walk away. We bring truth and tenderness. We sit with you, cry with you, pray with you, and remind you that God sees you even when the world refuses to look your way. Jesus didn’t spend His time with the clean and comfortable. He touched the leper, defended the adulterous woman, wept with the broken, and walked with the rejected. He met people right where they were.

This is for the woman in the pew, nodding through the sermon, who feels like the message wasn’t for her. It’s for the one told to “just have faith,” when no one sees the trauma she cries about at night. For those who hear about blessings but never about being BROKEN.

We don’t rush your healing. We don’t ignore your wounds. We don’t pretend the hurt didn’t happen. Instead, we meet you right there, in the middle—In the Gap. This is where your story begins to shift. Where shame loses its grip. Where sisterhood starts. Where you finally feel seen.

The Gap Between the Pew and the Pain is not where you get stuck—it’s where God starts to rebuild.