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“Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities in the world.”– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hello dearest friends,

Eek — I can’t believe I’m writing this letter. How grateful I am to share this dream with you!

For a long time, I believed that hope had to come dressed in something grand—big gestures, sweeping solutions, or the kind of miracle you can’t miss.

But life has a way of teaching you otherwise.

Sometimes, hope comes softly.

Sometimes, hope looks like a single seed planted in the middle of a hard season, when the ground feels dry and your heart feels heavier than it should.

That’s how Hope Grows began—not as a business plan, but as a whisper in my heart.

The Heart Behind Hope Grows

Why flowers? Why hope?

Because in one of my own hardest seasons, when grief settled heavy and days felt endlessly gray, I saw a flower blooming in the most unlikely place—a crack in the sidewalk, right where no one had tended or planned for it. That small bloom seemed impossibly brave. Against all odds, it reached for the light. And something about that moment made me wonder… Could beauty still find its way through my broken places too?

That’s when the dream took root. Not a loud, booming kind of dream—but a quiet one. The kind that simply says, “What if we placed a little beauty into hurting hands? What if hope could grow there too?”

What Hope Grows Is (And Isn’t)

Hope Grows isn’t a business. You won’t find price tags or profit margins here.

This is a ministry—a simple offering. Small bouquets of beauty, gathered with care and given freely to those walking through hard things. Cancer patients. Widows. Exhausted caregivers. Anyone whose heart could use the reminder that they haven’t been forgotten.

It’s not about the flowers, really. It’s about what they stand for—that even in barren seasons, beauty can still bloom. And sometimes, that’s all a person needs to take one more brave step forward.

The Beauty of Starting Small

It’s easy to believe that only big things make a difference. But every mighty tree started as a seed. Every field of wildflowers began with a single bloom.

This little ministry is just that—a tiny beginning. But I believe in small starts. I believe in trembling hands doing the planting anyway. And I believe that, in time, even the smallest acts of kindness can grow into something deeply beautiful.

So if you’re standing at the edge of your own fragile beginning, I hope you’ll take heart. Start small. Start scared. Just… start.

The Future of Hope Grows

Right now, Hope Grows is just beginning to unfurl. I’m planting where I can—offering small bouquets, praying over each one, and trusting that beauty will find its way into the right hands.

There’s no grand roadmap yet—just a heart full of hope and open hands. If you’d like, I’d be honored for you to walk this road with me. Pray with me. Dream with me. And if you know someone who needs a touch of hope, don’t hesitate to reach out.

Here’s to the tiny seeds, the trembling hands, and the first brave blooms of hope.

But most of all, thank you, sweet Lord, for the courage to just begin.