When I think about the women who have shaped my life, I don’t first think about platforms or titles. I think about sisterhood. I think about hands reaching back for me. I think about women who loved God boldly and refused to let me figure it out alone.

This is an open letter to that kind of woman. The woman who loves God boldly. The woman who is still healing. The woman who is still becoming. The woman who chooses community anyway. When I look at my life, it’s a testimony of sisterhood.

Hi friend,

If you’re reading this, you’re part of something new. And honestly, that means so much to me.

Launching our very first blog feels tender. It feels intentional. It feels like another “yes” to what God has been building through A Rose in Bloom over the years. What started as a small act of obedience in a season of personal pain has grown into an organization centered around women, storytelling, community, and bold living. And now, we get to expand that story even more!

Are there times when you feel like God has neglected you, and it seems like He’s just watching you suffer and not doing anything about it? Like how can a loving God just sit idly by while i’m going through what seems to be the worst season of life?