09/06/2026
✨ 52 • REMEMBER ME • I AM WHOLE ✨
On this blessed and anchoring Bearthday, I stand at the threshold of 52 years of becoming.
I turn my face toward the road behind me with reverence.
I honor the mountains.
I honor the lowlands.
I honor the places where the path disappeared beneath my feet and I was required to walk by faith.
I honor the grief that hollowed out deeper places within me.
The joy that found me again.
The abundance I could not yet see.
The prayers whispered when there were no words left.
The promises that waited patiently for their appointed time.
And I honor the woman who kept becoming.
Jessica Reedy’s “Remember Me” carries me full circle—a visual and spiritual journey into remembrance.
A remembrance of promises kept.
A remembrance of divine provision.
A remembrance of the immeasurable love and faithfulness of God.
And a remembrance that I have never traveled alone.
Behind me, beside me, around me—
a beautiful ancestral entourage.
The mothers.
The grandmothers.
The ones whose names I know and the ones whose names were carried away by time.
And I honor my Father—the powerful masculine force who helped shape me, standing firmly in his position, presence and power as Father.
Those who prayed.
Those who endured.
Those who dreamed beyond what their own eyes would ever witness.
I am part of their answered prayer.
Some of what they could only imagine, I now get to live.
At 52, I gather every version of myself home.
The child.
The mother.
The woman.
The seeker.
The healer.
The teacher.
The Divine Creatrix.
The Power House.
The Advocate.
The Pillar.
The Safe Space.
The Mother Nurturer.
The one who survived.
The one who surrendered.
The one who learned to begin again.
None of her is discarded.
I AM WHOLE.
Not because the road was without breaking—but because even the pieces became sacred material for my becoming.
So I enter this 52nd revolution around the sun anchored, remembering, expecting and open.
May what is mine recognize me.
May the seeds planted in unseen seasons break through fertile ground.
May the prayers of my ancestors find expression through the life I continue to build.
May my hands remain open enough to receive.
May my spirit remain discerning enough to recognize.
May my feet remain rooted enough to remember from whom and from Whom I come.
And may the years ahead be bright, fruitful, abundant and overflowing with promises fulfilled.
To anyone standing in a lowland, facing an unknown, grieving what was, or trying to envision what can still be—
Remember.
Your present view is not the entirety of your journey.
May these words meet you as encouragement, remembrance, and a vision-tuning force for what is still possible.
I remember.
I give thanks.
I receive.
I become.
I AM WHOLE.
🦋 52 years around the sun.
52 years carried.
52 years becoming.
And there is still so much life ahead. 🦋
And from somewhere along this sacred journey came another offering of remembrance:
📖 THE HOLY THREAD
On Amazon
A piece of what I have lived, carried, remembered and brought forward into the world.
THE HOLY THREAD — available on Amazon.
For those who feel led to pour into this sacred 52nd Bearthday crossing with a blessing or love offering:
Cash App: $sacredbutterfly
Zelle: 240-856-3732
Every prayer, word, blessing, offering and expression of love is received with an abundance of gratitude.
✨ The ancestors dreamed. God provided. I remembered. And I am still becoming. ✨
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