A Letter to Myself at the Threshold
A Birthday Reflection
Dear Pam,
There’s something sacred about the edge of a new season—this threshold between what has been and what’s becoming.
You’ve lived through enough to know that transformation isn’t always beautiful up close. It’s tender. Often invisible. But you’ve also learned to trust the rhythm beneath it all. That holy hum of your own knowing.
So let me remind you:
You are allowed to slow down.
To take up space.
To dream again without apology.
To release what once served you—and bless it as it goes.
You are not behind. You are becoming.
This birthday, may you remember that your joy is not a luxury. It’s a ministry.
That your presence, even in stillness, is purposeful.
Let this year be defined not by what you do but by how fully you inhabit who you are.
With love and awe,
Me
Reflection Prompt for Readers:
Write a letter to your past or future self.
What would you bless her with? What would you thank her for?
You’re welcome to share a line or two in the comments. I’ll be lifting your words in prayer this week.