Forty-Fine & Faith-Filled: What Surfers in Laguna Taught Me About Life at 49

I turned 49 this week. 🙌🏾 💅💃🏽

Sunsets are my favorite :)

There was no giant party. No big reveal. Just the ocean, the sunrise, and the kind of rest that heals more than sleep ever could.

Laguna Beach became my quiet sanctuary—a place where God whispered to me through the wind, the waves, and yes… the surfers.

🏄🏾‍♀️ What Surfers Know That We Forget

I watched them for hours. Young, old, tattooed, sun-kissed. Not one of them checked their phone. Not one of them rushed. They waited. They watched. And when the time was right—they moved.

Sometimes they missed the wave.Sometimes they caught it perfectly.And sometimes they wiped out completely and laughed on the way down.

But they always got back up.They always returned to the rhythm.They trusted that another wave was coming.

🧘🏾‍♀️ What God Spoke to Me in the Stillness

This year, I learned that rest is intentional. You don’t stumble into peace—you carve it out. You protect it. You defend your space to hear from God.

At 49, I’m not hustling like I used to. I’m building, yes. But from rest. From alignment. From obedience.

Because when you slow down long enough to hear the voice of God—you stop chasing what’s not yours, and start preparing for what is.

✨ What I Know Now That I Didn’t at 29

• Timing is everything—and your wave will come.

• Surrender is strategy. Rest is not the absence of ambition; it’s a sacred part of the plan.

• God doesn’t need your grind—He wants your trust.

• You’re not late. You’re being refined.

• You can have it all—when you define what "all" truly means.

At 49, I know who I am.I know what I carry.And I know Who’s guiding this next wave.

So here’s to 50:Wiser, softer, stronger, and yes—still doing body rolls.