Harvesting Hope
This has been a heavy week.
The news is loud with heartbreak and division. School shootings. The loss of public figures. The arguments that ripple out across social media and right into our living rooms. As moms, we’re sending our children to school in a world that feels unpredictable and scary. We’re watching friends and family fight over things far bigger than us. And most days, it feels like we can’t do anything to make it better.
And yet… here we are.
Showing up.
Messy. Tired. Hopeful. Determined.
That’s what we’ve been talking about all week - planting seeds, finding our foundation, watering roots, breaking through the cracks, and watching belonging bloom. Because even when the headlines shake us, there’s another story happening on the ground.
I see it in the moms juggling after-school chaos, in the families shifting their lives around illness or aging, in the neighbors who notice when someone’s not okay.
I see it in the moments where systems fail us but people refuse to give up on each other.
I see it in the laughter that bubbles up even on the hardest days.
Every seed we plant together - every ride shared, every meal dropped off, every conversation that says, “you’re not alone” - is a promise.
And when those promises stack up, they turn into something powerful: Hope.
Hope that our children grow up in a community where they are known and loved.
Hope that moms don’t have to carry invisible burdens by themselves.
Hope that families can thrive, not just survive.
That’s what we’re cultivating here.
Not perfection. Not easy answers.
But the steady, stubborn belief that if we plant together, we will harvest something worth passing on.
So here’s my invitation: Let’s keep planting. Let’s keep showing up. Let’s keep tending this space together.
