Im turning 39 in February, and lately I’ve been thinking a lot about seasons, not the Instagram kind, but the real ones. The kind that don’t come with announcements or clear transitions, just a sharp shift you feel in your spirit and your body at the same time.
In my twenties, I chased momentum without thinking twice. In my early thirties, I tried to juggle everything and still convince myself “everything was fine.” But now, in my late thirties, I’m learning that peace is not something you stumble into, it’s something you choose, protect, and prioritize. And the more I lean into this season, the more I realize that God has never once asked me to rush through it.
This season has required trust. Real trust. The kind that believes God isn’t scrambling behind the scenes trying to catch up to my life. The kind that rests in the truth that He already knows how all of this fits together, even the parts that feel messy, heavy, or unfinished. Scripture reminds us that all things are working together for good, and I’ve learned that “working together” often looks like slowing down long enough to let Him do the weaving.
Motherhood has been one of the greatest teachers in this. It stretches you, empties you, and somehow asks for more at the exact moment you feel you have nothing left. For a long time, I thought being a good mom meant putting myself last, EVERY time. But lately, I’ve been learning that caring for myself doesn’t take away from my children, it strengthens me for them. Protecting my nervous system, choosing joy without guilt, tending to my health, and honoring my need for rest aren’t indulgences, they’re stewardship.
There’s something humbling about realizing that your body keeps the score. That exhaustion catches up. That peace is physical as much as it is spiritual. And that being settled (emotionally, mentally, spiritually) is a gift worth guarding. I don’t need a louder life. I need a healthier one. A steadier one. A life where I can breathe deeply and show up fully.
And maybe that’s what this season of life is really about. Not proving anything. Not chasing what used to matter. But learning to release the pressure to be everything, everywhere, all at once. Truly trusting that God is still doing something beautiful right here.
With Christmas just seven days away, this feels especially important. This season is full of noise and expectations, but at its core, it’s about presence. About God coming near. About choosing peace over perfection and remembering that joy doesn’t require exhaustion. It requires intention.
So if your life feels quieter than you expected, slower than you planned, or different than the version you once imagined, maybe that’s not something to push through. Maybe it’s something to honor. Maybe this season is asking you to trust more deeply, rest more honestly, and believe that becoming doesn’t always look like moving forward fast.
If you’re in a season of transition…
If you’re balancing motherhood while learning how to prioritize yourself again…
If you’re choosing peace, health, and joy in ways you never have before…
You’re not behind. You’re becoming and that my friend is a beautiful space to be in.
Love you,
Onyx 💕