Blooming Through the Storm: How Flowers Helped Me Heal

There was a time in my life when everything felt uprooted—when the foundation I had built cracked beneath me, and I was left standing with two children, a broken heart, and a future that felt uncertain at best. Divorce has a way of shaking you to your core, making you question everything—your worth, your strength, and your ability to rebuild.

In those days, when my mind felt tangled with worry, I turned to the soil. I didn’t know it then, but the simple act of planting something—digging into the earth, placing roots down, tending to new growth—would become my therapy.

Planting Hope

I started small. A few perennials here, a flowering shrub there. I didn’t have a grand plan; I just needed something to nurture, something to pour love into when I felt depleted. And slowly, as the seasons changed, so did I.

Every spring, the green shoots pushing through the soil reminded me that new beginnings are inevitable. Summer brought blossoms that seemed to whisper, You’re growing, too. And in autumn, as petals fell and leaves turned crisp, I learned that letting go is just another step in the cycle of renewal.

Strength from Above

In the quiet of early mornings, with my hands in the dirt and the sun rising over my little patch of earth, I found peace. I found God in the stillness. It was in these moments—when I was pulling weeds, pruning branches, or watering tender roots—that I felt a gentle reassurance: You are being cared for, too.

He was showing me, through every bloom and every season, that nothing stays broken forever. That beauty can come from the hardest of places. That I wasn’t just surviving—I was thriving, little by little, petal by petal.

Moving Forward, Moving On

Years later, I look at the life I’ve built—the love I’ve found again, the goals I’ve reached, the dreams I once only whispered to myself—and I see the proof of what growth looks like. I still plant, I still dig, I still let my hands work the earth. But now, I do it knowing I am firmly rooted, not just in my garden, but in myself.

So if you ever find yourself in a season of struggle, I encourage you—plant something. Anything. A single flower, a small shrub, a patch of wildflowers. Watch it grow. And as you do, remember: you are growing, too.

Feel free to share this with a friend who may be going through something similar… you never know how a few words could help!

Keep blooming,
Lisa