Garden & Grace is in my bones. My mother’s mother—my grandmother—loved her garden long before I was born. Although, she passed away when I was a baby, I’ve always felt we were connected through the soil she once tended. While, she didn’t have the money to buy fancy plants or seeds, she worked with what she had. Instead, friends and family shared bulbs and cuttings, whatever would root in a jar of water on a windowsill, and she loved the wild things that grew naturally around her.
My mother carried that same love—she’s a terrific gardener with a true green thumb, and she’s taught me so much about nurturing whatever God puts in front of you. Now that love is mine too. Three generations connected by roots, roses, and the quiet joy of watching something grow.
Holy Ground: Garden & Grace
There’s something holy about getting my hands in the dirt—listening to the birds, catching the scent of a sweet rose, or picking a sun-warmed strawberry I grew myself. Even pulling stubborn weeds feels like its own kind of soul-work, a reminder of the gentle pruning God does in us.
As Scripture says, “He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit… while every branch that does bear fruit He prunes so that it will be even more fruitful” (John 15:2).
In the garden, I am able to slow down enough to breathe again. It’s where I feel closest to God, where new life rises in front of me, steady and sure. I am able to think more clearly, process what life throws at me, and truly embrace the becoming—that’s Garden & Grace defined.
Inside Garden & Grace, you’ll find projects I’m dreaming up, lessons the soil keeps teaching me, landscape ideas, plant varieties I’m trying for the first time, and sacred rhythms that pull me back to what matters most.
Welcome to the place where heritage, hope, and homegrown beauty all take root.
