In May of 2023, I had a dream that stayed with me in a way most dreams don’t.

In the dream, it was my birthday. I was turning 25.

But here’s the strange part — in real life, I was already 30. So why would I be dreaming about being younger? In the dream, I wasn’t confused. I wasn’t questioning it. I was just… happy. Not regular happy. I mean an extreme level of joy, the kind of happiness I don’t think I had ever experienced in my waking life.

There was celebration. There was excitement. There was this deep feeling that something beautiful was happening to me.

When I woke up, I sat there thinking, Why 25? Why my birthday? Why all this joy? I couldn’t shake the feeling that the dream meant more than just numbers.

At the time, I thought maybe God was simply showing me what life would be like in heaven!

But now I see it differently.

God wasn’t taking me back to age 25 — He was taking me forward to the year 2025.

What that number really represented wasn’t my age. It was my season. My becoming. My renewal.

Fast forward to 2025.

The day before my birthday — 9/27/25 — I had my book signing. And I can honestly say, it was the best book signing I’ve ever had. The love, the support, the energy in the room… it felt like a celebration of everything I had walked through and everything I had survived.

Then the day after my actual birthday?

It became the best birthday of my entire life.

Suddenly, that dream from 2023 made sense.

2025 wasn’t just a year. It was a double celebration. A moment where my work, my healing, and my joy all met at the same time.

Looking back, I know God wasn’t just showing me a random number.

He was showing me the future version of myself — dressed well, standing tall, surrounded by joy, finally experiencing the kind of happiness I once thought only existed in dreams.

And this time, I didn’t wake up from it.

I lived it. ✨