08/06/2026
Fifty-five candles, not on a cake,
but on a horizon I learned to make.
Not a birthday… a becoming, a flame,
a woman rewritten beyond her name.
I am the echo of every storm I survived,
and the quiet proof that I stayed alive.
Life tried to name me by what I endured,
but God kept whispering: you are more.
This year, I learned in the deepest way:
nothing I need has ever been away.
It lived in my breath, my bones, my skin,
waiting for silence to let me begin.
Alone, I did not disappear.
I finally met the woman in the mirror.
And in that meeting, soft and true,
I remembered: I was never without You.
So I release the version of me
who dimmed her light for company,
who softened truth and made herself small,
forgetting she was born to stand tall.
Fifty-five… and I understand:
this is expansion, this is command.
This is freedom in divine design,
a sacred unfolding of space and time.
I am Purpose breathing through form.
I am Power reborn from the storm.
I am Vision with fire in its eyes.
I am Divine in human disguise.
I am Passion that refuses to fade,
and Abundance in everything I’ve made.
And now I finally see:
abundance was never outside of me.
It is land that remembers my name—
Peace on the Pond, born from my healing.
Not just property, but prayer made ground,
where lost things soften and are found.
A sanctuary where silence speaks,
and weary hearts remember their peace.
I am no longer waiting for seats
at tables built by another’s hand.
I am the architect of the land I stand.
I move like strategy, like sacred chess,
from closing deals to building rest,
from transactions to transformation,
from business mind to soul restoration.
I am not just closing; I am creating.
Not just surviving; I am elevating.
Not just working; I am restoring sight
to those who forgot they were born of light.
I honor every version I’ve been before,
but I do not live there anymore.
I am not becoming.
I am.
Fifty-five… and I rise, unafraid.
I am the table. I am the flame.
I am the answer. I am the name.
Happy 55th to the woman I am…not arriving, but remembering I can.
