Red is a bold color. It demands attention, it announces presence, it doesn’t apologize.

For my 3rd birthday in 1995, I got a red tricycle—small, playful, but bold. Even as a little girl, that red tricycle was a first taste of courage, of moving forward with energy and joy.

Fast forward 30 years—my 33rd birthday in 2025—I wore a red dress, celebrating not just a day, but stepping fully into my own boldness. And my book, the one I poured my heart into and finally published, is red as well—small, but bold, just like me.

Red, I’ve realized, isn’t just a color in my life—it’s a symbol of victory, courage, and the blood of Jesus.

• Childhood red: playful, energetic, boldly exploring life on a tiny tricycle.
• Adulthood red: a declaration of confidence, triumph, and stepping into my purpose—boldly claiming my victories.
• Red book: small in size, but bold in message; a spiritual testament to endurance, faith, and courage.

Even the numbers 3 and 33 echo this boldness. 3 represents completeness and divine order, and 33 magnifies that—a full-circle journey from innocence to empowered maturity.

Red is more than a color in my life. It is a statement, a thread connecting every milestone, every victory, every moment of courage. From a little girl on a small red tricycle to a woman walking boldly in a red dress and holding a red book, red tells the story: I am here. I am bold. I have overcome.