The Heart Behind Faith Blooms

Faith Blooms started in our home—a way to slow down and notice the little ways God was showing up.

At first, we weren’t even sure what counted as a “blessing.” But as we began to look, we saw them—quiet reminders that God was near. The more we paid attention, the more we found. And what felt small at first began to grow into something steady and beautiful—a story we might have missed if we hadn’t written it down.

We had been writing down blessings for just over a month when we took a ski trip over Presidents’ Day weekend. While we were at the airport, our flight was delayed for hours due to a mechanical issue. My husband—who’s a pilot—had to leave us and rent a car to get where he needed to be for work the next morning. That meant I was left with three kids and five bags of ski gear… alone.

If you’re a pilot’s wife, you learn to go with the flow—but I’ll be honest, I wasn’t thrilled about the idea of navigating the airport solo with all of that.

Eventually, the flight was cleared to go (praise!), but we learned we’d be landing at a completely different terminal than the one where our car was parked. If you’ve been to DFW, you know what that means—multiple terminals, buses, and a whole lot of dragging tired kids and gear across the airport. We prayed as a family that it might change. During our descent they made an announcement. We were still landing at a different terminal. Bummer.

I prayed. Right there as we landed.

“Lord, please change this. Please.”

And then minutes after we landed —another announcement.

We were switching terminals again!

The one where our car was parked!

I smiled and exhaled. But before I could even say anything, my son turned to me and whispered,

“Mom, we have to put that in the blessing box.”

And as I turned off airplane mode on my phone, a text came in from my husband:

“Terminal B — put this on the list for our celebration dinner next year!”

That’s when I knew this rhythm was changing us.

What could’ve felt like chaos turned into connection. What would’ve been forgotten was remembered. And something as simple as a gate change became a piece of our family’s faith story—because we were looking for it

Our small stories started building a bigger one. And the more we noticed and wrote them down, the more our perspective shifted—and our faith grew.

Now, we’re inviting other families to join in. Because remembering what God has done changes how we see what He’s doing—and gives the next generation something to hold on to.