Blooming Through the Storm

Like a seed buried deep beneath the weight of the earth, my journey as a single divorced mom began in darkness. The soil was heavy and dark with uncertainty, watered by tears of loss and nourished by prayers that whispered in the midnight hours. Yet, just as a seed breaks open to reach for the light, I found strength sprouting from the cracks of my brokenness at the time

I am going to tell you most days starting off on this journey weren’t always easy. Probably rarely, if ever, easy. Some mornings felt like fighting through thorns—each step tangled with financial stress, the struggles of playing the role of mother and father, and just many moments of sheer exhaustion. A wise woman right before separation spoke this verse over me and I can say it has echoed within my life. It is Isaiah 61:3: "...to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair." This scripture has been my sunlight, pushing me to rise despite the shadows.

I learned that even the wildest storms serve a purpose. Heavy rains nourish the soil, making it richer and more fertile. The same storms that threatened to uproot me were the ones that made my foundation stronger. I have grown deeper roots of faith, resilience, and love for my children, myself and my journey.

If you find yourself buried beneath life’s weight, remember this: the storm is not your end. It’s your beginning. Trust the process. Trust the rain. And when it clears, you’ll find you’ve blossomed in ways you never thought possible.