Hello 37– Harvest Time
This time it’s personal…
This year, as I turn 37, I feel something shifting deep within me. It’s more than another birthday; it’s a spiritual milestone. The number 37 carries profound meaning. In biblical symbolism, it represents completion and perfection intertwined with purpose. It quietly whispers, “It’s time to reap.” Not just the physical blessings, but the harvest that comes after seasons of endurance, lessons, tears, and faith.
For years, I’ve been sowing seeds, some in pain, some in prayer, and some in patience. I’ve learned that growth isn’t always loud or visible. Sometimes, it’s what happens in silence, in the spaces where you choose peace instead of proving a point, or boundaries instead of burnout. Turning 37 feels like standing at the edge of a new chapter where God is saying, “Now, watch what I can do with all you’ve been through.”
This year will be personal. It’s not about proving anything to anyone; it’s about walking in everything God has promised me. It’s about quiet transformation, unseen prayers being answered, and private growth that speaks louder than any announcement ever could. This year, I’m not seeking validation; I’m seeking alignment. I want my life, my energy, and my choices to reflect the woman I’ve become through grace, resilience, and faith.
This year, I’m walking with intentionality. Every “yes” and “no” carries weight. I no longer have the energy to live on autopilot or allow access to people who don’t align with the peace I’ve worked hard to build. My boundaries are no longer walls; they’re sacred gates. They allow love, honesty, and peace to flow freely, but they also guard against anything that tries to disturb my spirit.
I’m embracing my authentic self, without apology. The version of me that used to shrink for comfort no longer exists. I’ve earned the right to take up space, to say “I’m not available for that energy,” and to walk away from what doesn’t feed my purpose. Being authentic means honoring the woman God created me to be, even when it’s uncomfortable, even when it requires solitude.
With age comes wisdom, but true wisdom isn’t just what I’ve learned; it’s how I apply it. I no longer need to react to everything or everyone. Sometimes wisdom is simply silence. Sometimes it’s discernment. And often, it’s realizing that peace is more powerful than being understood.
At 37, I’m choosing self-love that’s not just about pampering; it’s about spiritual alignment. It’s about saying, “I am enough, even while I’m still growing.” It’s about feeding my soul, caring for my body, and honoring my emotions. I’m allowing myself to be human while still striving to be holy.
This will also be a year of unapologetic confidence. I’m no longer toning myself down, playing small, or pretending I don’t know my worth. I’ve earned every ounce of this glow, this voice, this power, and I refuse to hide it. My confidence is not arrogance; it’s awareness. It’s knowing exactly who I am, what I carry, and what I deserve. I am walking boldly, speaking clearly, and showing up fully. I will no longer make myself smaller so others can feel comfortable in their own mediocrity. This is the year I stand tall, take up space, and own every room I walk into. Because when God calls you to rise, you don’t apologize for standing tall, you stretch higher.
And this year, love takes on a deeper meaning. I’ve already met the love of my life, the one who brings calm to my storm, peace to my nervous system, and balance to my spirit. With him, love feels safe, grounded, and sacred. He was the one who pointed out something that stopped me in my tracks, how the number 37 perfectly mirrors my initials in marriage, the 3rd and 7th letters of the alphabet. That realization was divine confirmation.
The number 37 is also deeply personal and spiritual. Growing up, 7 and 21 were my jersey numbers in sports. Now, 3 represents the Triune God, multiplying the 7 to total 21… a full circle of divine symbolism. This year will be powerful, spiritual, and prophetic. It’s a year where God is multiplying me, confirming my purpose, and solidifying my harvest. Those initials, the numbers, and the timing all point to God’s perfect orchestration of love, destiny, and growth.
So this year, I declare that I am walking into a season of harvest, not just in material blessings, but in peace, power, confidence, fulfillment, love, and purpose. God has seen the seeds I’ve sown. He’s seen the nights I cried, the times I held my tongue, the moments I forgave when I could’ve fought back. This is the year I will see the fruit of that obedience.
Turning 37 isn’t about getting older; it’s about getting rooted. It’s about blooming from the foundation God built through every trial. This year is personal, it’s sacred, and it’s mine. I’m standing firm in who I am, walking boldly into what’s meant for me, and trusting that everything I’ve lost was only clearing space for what’s about to grow.
Because this year, I’m not just living, I’m harvesting. It’s personal !
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