Reflections on my 53rd Birthday
- Selah Reverie
- Nov 13, 2025
- 2 min read
Ever heard of a newborn 53 year old? That's me!! Well maybe not newborn, at this point I might be a whole kid by now.
The difference one year can make is astounding. God has been pruning, refining, and reshaping every part of me. I've watched all the old things that I depended on, all the shaky foundations that I once leaned on, get stripped away, one by one. Patterns that kept me small, are gone. And He's done so with such care, so much tenderness, that sometimes I wonder if anything is happening at all.
He's teaching me to stand.
There's evidence in the way I react now.
*I no longer panic over things I can't control
*People's opinion of me doesn't affect me like it used to
*I no longer seek validation externally
*I realized that other people's behavior isn't about me
Something in me feels settled, mature and awakened. It's as if I can see over and beyond the things that happen to me or the circumstances around me, into a bigger picture. It's a story that I'm not writing alone anymore. It's really good to trust that the story is being written by someone who sees, knows, and loves me.
This past year I've walked through betrayal, grief, heartbreak, loss, fear and anxiety. And yet I'm not who I was when it began.
I'm not bitter.
I'm not small.
I'm not defeated.
I am free.
So this birthday hits different. If God can do all that in one year, then I can honestly say that I've never been more excited to see what's next.
And on a more physical note, I feel good. Other than some new crinkles on my face and an astounding amount of sparkly threads of hair, I really do feel good for being 53.
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