This 3-day retreat has been completely designed by God. He has created it, we are just his hands and feet. He has a heart for moms. And we believe He wants to use this retreat to Restore your soul, to refocus your life and give you the breath of fresh air that you need. Every mom is trying to master the balancing act but we must take care of ourselves first. If we are spiritually bankrupt, emotionally drained, physically depleted and burned out; how can we expect to have anything else to give to our loved ones?
Meet The Founder:
My name is Lisa Sanford. My husband and I have two boys, a 4 1/2 year old and a 3 year old. God has also blessed our family with a 21 year old adopted daughter. My husband owns his own business that keeps him very busy and traveling frequently. I was a stay at home mom, working part time for 4 years. I recently went back to work, full time for our business, as a scheduling coordinator as well as doing all HR/AP/AR and anything else the boss asks me to do. I love time with my family, working out to keep my body and soul healthy, volunteering in any capacity and baking. I have a heart to serve people and love on them, especially moms. I volunteer at The Table (a moms group) at Church of the City and run Restore with a small group of truly wonderful volunteers. I cherish my time with my girlfriends and other moms. I have found that it is crucial for me to connect with others and know that they have the same joys and struggles.
Why Restore Moms?
After my second son was born, I quickly developed severe postpartum depression. I was no longer the joy-filled, optimistic person I had been. For the first time in my life, I was in a deep, dark place and became suicidal. I couldn’t get out of bed, shower, or even take care of my babies. It was heart-breaking to me that not only was I not capable of taking care of my boys, but I just didn’t want to. I fought to hold on to living and ended up checking myself into an in-patient care facility for five very long days--to keep myself safe. My husband was traveling for work, and my mom was in town helping me with the boys. My sister dropped everything to fly out last minute from AZ to help, since I wasn’t able to function. I knew going into the hospital, with both of them to take care of my boys, that they would be safe and happy, but I couldn’t help but worry. It was only the second time I had been away from my older son, the first time being when I had my second son. My newborn, who I was supposed to be bonding with, was only 10 weeks old. I knew I was doing what was best for myself and my family, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a huge failure as a mom. Talk about mom guild! While I was in the hospital, I spent a lot of time with God, through prayer and studying His word. I knew logically that I could not control this season of depression in my life; I could only hold on and keep praying. However, I could not help but feel ashamed: my negative thoughts, being suicidal, the time away from the kids, and especially my time in the hospital. There were only a few people that knew the details, and they were supportive, but I even censored it from our small group from my church.
Through it all, I kept screaming out to God (sometimes out loud) to deliver me from this. But at the same time, I knew this was my path and that I had to go through this valley. In my heart, I had to believe that if God was going to let me go through something this bad, there had to be a great reason. That somehow, it would glorify Him.
And one day, just like that, I heard His voice (for the first time in my life) during service one Sunday; to start a retreat to help moms get the rest that they need. Rest for their souls.
I didn't understand His vision. I didn't feel equipped or worthy enough. I didn't know who would attend or why. But He has guided every step, every decision and every second of each retreat.