If you had told me a few years ago that life in my 50s would feel this full, this stretching, and this sacred all at once — I wouldn’t have believed you. I always thought that by this age, things would be calmer… more stable… more predictable.

Instead, God handed me a season that is teaching, testing, and transforming me all at the same time.

My Daughter’s Wedding: A Joy That Held More Than Joy

Watching my youngest daughter, walk down the aisle was one of those moments that shifts something inside a mother’s heart. I was overflowing with pride and joy — because she married a good man. A responsible, kind man from a loving family. And yes, the thought of welcoming my 6th grandchild made my heart leap in a way only a grandmother understands.

But there was another feeling underneath — a quiet one I wasn’t prepared for.

When your child starts a new family, there’s a small part of you that realizes: she no longer needs me in the same way she used to.

It’s beautiful. It’s heartbreaking. It’s growth — for both of us.

Motherhood doesn’t end, but it changes. And no one prepares you for that.

Business, Identity, and Starting Again at 53

On social media, it’s easy to look like you’re “thriving” and “glowing up” and “building an empire.” But here’s my truth:

Lately, I’ve felt like I’m back at the starting line — again.

I’ve been talking about building my agency for years, dreaming of helping more VAs, creating jobs, mentoring people the way someone once guided me. Yet right now, it feels like I’m back to the drawing board, trying to rebuild what I thought would already be established by now.

And that’s a hard pill to swallow at 53.

There are days I ask myself, “Do I really still have it in me?”
The energy, the consistency, the courage to keep pushing?

But here’s what I’m learning: sometimes God lets a plan collapse, not to punish you, but to rebuild your foundation first.

Where God Found Me Again

The past few months weren’t my brightest. I made some decisions I’m not proud of — and I paid the price for them. I felt disappointed in myself, and if I’m being completely honest, I retreated. I shut down emotionally and spiritually for a while.

But God — in His gentle, persistent way — kept showing up.

Not with fireworks… not with miracles that made the earth shake… but through small reminders:

A conversation.
A message at the right time.
An opportunity I didn’t expect.
Strength on days I thought I had none.

He didn’t scold me for the detour.
He just waited for me to lift my eyes again.

The lesson?

Even when we step off the path, God doesn’t abandon the journey. He simply redirects us back — wiser.

The Hard Truth

If there’s one thing this season taught me, it’s this:

You don’t outgrow growing.

Even in your 40s, 50s, or 60s, God will still stretch you.
You will still make mistakes.
You will still restart.
You will still feel afraid.
And you will still be called to something bigger — even when you feel smaller.

Don’t buy the lie that “you should have figured it out by now.”
Life doesn’t work like that. Faith doesn’t work like that. Growth definitely doesn’t work like that.

God will keep refining you — not because you’re behind, but because He’s not done.

Closing Thought

So here I am — a newly “promoted” mother-in-law, soon-to-be grandmother again, a woman rebuilding her business, and a daughter of God learning to trust Him on a deeper level.

I’m not in a season of arrival.
I’m in a season of becoming.

And maybe… that’s exactly where I’m meant to be.