04/06/2026
42 feels like light.
Like grace.
Like softness that survived hard things.
Like color that never asked permission to be bright.
I’m deeply grateful to see this year.
Grateful for growth.
Grateful for healing.
Grateful that God, in His kindness, keeps writing my story.
The world will try to tell women what beauty should look like at every age.
Quieter. Smaller. Simpler.
But I have learned that growing older does not mean becoming less.
It means becoming fuller.
Truer.
More radiant in the ways that matter.
So yes, I will wear the shine.
Yes, I will wear the color.
Yes, I will let myself be seen.
Because 42 is not a closing.
It is a flowering. “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” Maya Angelou Psalm 139:14 — “I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made…”
