Midlife has brought some surprising experiences—ones I never anticipated and didn’t even have language for until I found myself living them. After all, “midlife” wasn’t something I was taught about, as I mentioned previously. It’s something you arrive at quietly, often without realizing it, until one day you look around and think, Oh. This is it. This is where I am.
One of those unexpected experiences has been my growing passion for building a relationship with God through Jesus Christ. Calling it an “experience” doesn’t quite sit right—because this feels less like something I’ve tried and more like something that has taken hold of me. This is life. This is who—and Who—I want to focus on for whatever years I have left.
I suppose faith often deepens as we age. Mortality becomes less abstract. We start asking bigger questions about where we’re headed and what truly matters. But for me, this isn’t just about wanting reassurance for the end of life. It’s about how I want to live now.
I have experienced a kind of joy that feels both grounding and expansive as I immerse myself in Scripture, in the church we found (the one I was fairly certain I didn’t need), and in relationships with others who are on a similar journey. There is something deeply comforting about not walking this path alone.
Music has always been a window into my inner world. My playlists have never made much sense—country, classical, rock, Christian—depending on the season and the mood. Lately, though, it’s almost entirely faith-based music. And I’ve noticed something: my anxiety softens, my happiness increases, and I feel moved in a way nothing else quite accomplishes. It’s as if the noise quiets and something steadier takes its place.
This chapter began with a simple invitation from one of my cousins to attend a local church. At first, it was just me, my husband, and our daughter. Then I invited another cousin and her family. Eventually, my son and his girlfriend joined us. And somehow—by grace alone—we’re all attending, learning, and growing in our own walks with God. That still feels remarkable to say out loud.
My husband, daughter, and I also began attending a Bible school the church offers—an eight to ten week class that explores different elements of Scripture. We started with the New Testament, which felt like a fascinating history lesson layered with meaning. Now we’re studying the character of God. I can’t get enough. I want to read everything that’s recommended. I feel like a sponge—hungry, curious, alive in my learning.
Recently, we talked about the Trinity: God the Father, Jesus the Son, and the Holy Spirit. One God. Three distinct Persons. Not three gods. Not one God wearing different masks. One unified God, always in perfect relationship.
The Holy Spirit, in particular, has always felt elusive to me—hard to grasp with my very human brain. But through study, discussion, and reflection, I’m beginning to understand something profound: when we accept God and Jesus as our Savior, the Holy Spirit dwells within us. And His role is to continually point us back to God.
That reframes so much for me.
The longing I’ve felt. The curiosity. The gentle conviction. The sense that I’m being drawn toward something deeper—this isn’t random. It isn’t coincidence. It’s the Holy Spirit at work, quietly and persistently turning my heart toward God and all that He is.
And in this season of midlife—when life invites deeper questions and so much can feel uncertain—faith has given me clear answers. Knowing God through Jesus Christ has brought peace, purpose, and certainty about the future. I’m no longer chasing meaning or wondering what comes next. My future is secure in God, and that assurance doesn’t remove life’s challenges—but it anchors how I face them, and it steadies every step I take from here.