My 40s: A Season of Mercy, Healing, and Purpose
Last Sunday was my birthday, and I had so much joy sharing it with people who mean the most to me at this moment in time. I’ve never been the type to go all out for birthdays, but something changed when I turned 40 a few years ago. Since then, I’ve made it a yearly ritual to do a photoshoot and honestly, I love it! Those beautiful pictures are more than just images; they are reminders. They remind me of the many times mercy said no to situations that tried to break me. Life has not been gentle with me. I’ve been roughly handled many-times by the storms of life. Yet people admire me. They call just to tell me how “strong” I am and how proud they feel of me. I usually chuckle when I hear that—not because I don’t appreciate it, but because they know… without fully understanding. They don’t know the details of what my life has been and still is. And yet, here I stand. Still standing. Still rising. Truth be told, I don’t know how I do it but I’m even prouder of...