I Didn’t Even Like the House… But God Said Go There

Hey Prayer Closet warriors!!! It’s been a while.

And honestly, there’s no way to just pick up where I left off because so much has happened in between.

Since the last time I wrote here, my life has shifted in ways I didn’t fully see coming. I moved from Boston to Florida. I stepped into new seasons, new spaces, new levels of faith that required more of me than I thought I had to give. 

There were moments I wanted to sit down and write, to bring you all along in real time…but life was lifeing. I’ve been processed, stretched, healed, and led all at once on a repeat-and-rise cycle! I have been sharing this transition and journey on my social media and through my email newsletters, so if you’re not following or subscribed, make sure you connect with me there.

What I’m about to share isn’t just a recap. It’s a glimpse into the way God speaks, leads, corrects, covers, and confirms, sometimes in ways that don’t make sense at first… but always reveal His hand in the end.

And it starts with this year’s retreat, In My Prayer Closet’s 3rd one.

I’m still processing, still taking in all that God did during it. His intentionality truly blew our minds. Every detail, every moment, every encounter… it was all orchestrated by Him. I’ll begin to share little by little because, honestly, it’s too much to release all at once.

Let me start here…The house.

The house I booked this year, I went back and forth with God about it. I wrestled. I questioned. I honestly wanted Him to change His mind because, truthfully, it was not what I wanted. It didn’t match what I had envisioned.

But He was firm: “You have to be there. My presence will be there, and it is for your protection.”

Yes, I heard Him… but the wrestling was real. If I’m being honest, the main things I didn’t like was the color, and the pictures just didn’t do it for me. But when I read the reviews, everything about the house and the owner was really positive. People described it as beautiful and even larger than expected.

So I found myself in this tension, what I was seeing didn’t fully align with what others were experiencing. So I moved forward… because at that point, I had too. God literally showed me the owner’s face one morning when I woke up and was like, “Natasha… I said there, girl.” Lol 

Those different shades of blue that I didn’t like… I remember thinking, “Blue… really?” But I never brought it to Abba. It just stayed in my thoughts. It wasn’t until I arrived., as I walked through the house, praying and covering every room, I felt a nudge in my spirit: to Look up what the color blue means.

And when I did… I was floored.

Blue symbolizes the heavenly realm. God’s presence, peace, and divine revelation. Light blue represents the sky and God’s throne, the essence of heaven and His divinity. It’s associated with the Spirit of God and heavenly grace. His nearness. His presence that brings peace. A calming, covering presence, the kind you feel in deep worship, the kind that carries you through spiritual warfare… the whisper of His Spirit.

It is also tied to obedience. In Numbers 15:38–39, God instructed the Israelites to wear a blue thread in their garments as a reminder to follow His commandments and remain set apart. Even the priests were adorned in blue, woven into their garments and used to cover the sacred items of the tabernacle (Exodus 28). Blue marked what was holy, honored, and set apart for Him, hope and renewal.

Last, blue reflects the vastness, the “infinite” nature of God’s kingdom. The promise of what is to come. The peace and joy found in the risen Christ.

After reading that… I now have a different opinion of the color blue.

What I didn’t prefer… God had already ordained. What I thought was just a color… was actually confirmation.

That house wasn’t random, it was very prophetic. There was a covering over that place, an intentionality that could only come from Him. And once again, in the most loving way, Abba humbled me and reminded me:His plans are always greater than my preferences.

Now, for the rooms…

As I prayed over the house, the Lord began showing me where each person would sleep and why that was there room. I asked each woman to take this question to Him when they arrived and got settled: “God, why do You have me in this room?”

When they receive their answers, I shared what He had already shown me and listen, we were running, jumping, crying, and shouting all through that house because the Holy Spirit had us in a chokehold! Everything He shared with them aligned with what he said to me. I won’t share the other women’s revelations, that’s for them to release, but I will share why I was placed in my room…

So I was placed in the Master’s room, what’s now called the owner’s suite..on the right side, kind of tucked toward the back, almost like the center point of the house.

I asked Him why was I in that room and He said,“Overseer. Leadership. I am the Master over this, but I have entrusted you to lead, to oversee, to direct, and to commission My people.” Also, what was attached to my room was a nursery. Immediately, I had knew why that was there and so did everyone else. It was a reminder and preparation for Judah. A promise, a glimpse of what’s to come. God was speaking not just to where I am, but to where I’m going.

Then Abba said, “Natasha, I am a covenant-keeping God. No more letting pain rule your heart and mind. No more.”

And that didn’t come out of nowhere. The night before arriving at the retreat, I had watched a sermon by Stephanie Ike Okafor, and she said something that hit me: “Some of you have made pain your idol.” And if I’m being honest… that was me.

I had allowed past hurt to take up too much space, to shape how I felt, how I responded, even how I anticipated things. And the enemy had been pressing on that hard. The two weeks leading up to the retreat, I was having dream after dream—back-to-back—of past hurt and trauma. It was like everything was resurfacing all at once.

It wasn’t just attack, it was exposure before breakthrough. God was confronting what I had quietly allowed to sit on the throne of my heart. And in that room, in that space He assigned to me, He was not just affirming my leadership… He was healing me, correcting me, and reminding me of His covenant.

Oh yeah, there was one more thing about this house that completely took me out… and I didn’t even catch it until the second day….. it was the address.

Y’all… the house address was my birth date, 1130. Not similar, not close, exact.

I’m still thinking about that like what!! Its like God was winking at me…..

There’s  to share so stay tuned and stay connect for the next post.