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BLOOM
ETHIC

Faithful Formation in the Intelligent Age

We are dust and breath.
Beloved. Held. Enough.

THE GARDEN

Before anything
was built,
life was given.

A life held in hands that knew they could not hold it forever.

"Then the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life."Genesis 2:7

THE TOWER

The system we build
when we
are afraid.

They could not wait. They could not trust what they could not see. So they melted their gold and built something with their own hands. Not because they were evil. Because the silence was unbearable.

"Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower whose top is in the heavens; let us make a name for ourselves."Genesis 11:4

THE WILDERNESS

Where what we built falls—
and we
are formed.

They were dying of thirst in the place God had led them. God said speak to the rock. Moses struck it. Water came anyway. But even the deliverer could not deliver himself from his own need for control.

"I will rain bread from heaven for you. And the people shall go out and gather a certain quota every day, that I may test them, whether they will walk in My law or not."Exodus 16:4

THE GARDEN

He asked to see it.
Not knowing
what it would cost.

The light was too much. So he was placed inside the rock. Not to understand. But to remain.

"Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me."John 15:4

THE BLOOM

Bloom is what happens
when a fragile life is sustained
by a fire it did not start.

After the golden calf. After the wilderness. After every failure. God still came. The tent filled with a glory so full that even Moses could not enter.

"Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."Revelation 21:3–4

Beloved. Held. Enough.

THE WORDS THAT FOUND ME

From dust. Through wilderness.
Into bloom.

The Bloom Ethic book cover

I wrote this book because I wasn't sure how to keep breathing.

While my family and I were living in Kigali, Rwanda, our daughter Isabella Grace died unexpectedly. She was six years old. In the wake of her passing, everything in me broke open.

The fracturing became total. The Tower I had been building—slowly, invisibly—fell. And in the rubble, I discovered I had been trusting in my own capacity to hold things together more than in the God who holds all things.

This book emerged from that tension—between overwhelming grief and overwhelming grace, between the Tower of self and the Garden of God.

So I wrote to find my breath.

If you arrived through grief—or through the slow reckoning with your own limits—you are inside it too.

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