It's Not Too Late to Begin Again
Seen, Called, Connected Series - Part 2
Just like this photograph, your life seems to pass you by and everything in the past is a ‘blur’. You tell yourself those dreams you dreamed are now lost.
If you’re like me, how many times have you whispered to yourself:
“I should have started years ago.”
“That dream was for a younger version of me.”
“I missed my window.”
Maybe it’s a ministry you felt stirred toward but never pursued. A book you wanted to write. A dream vacation you wanted to take. A way you longed to serve. A version of yourself you set aside when life got busy, hard, or just... relentless.
And now? Now midlife has arrived, and that quiet voice has grown louder:
“It’s too late.”
My dear friend, I need you to hear something today:
That voice is lying.
A Woman Who Waited
If anyone had reason to believe her window had closed, it was Sarah.
She had lived decades with an unfulfilled promise. God had told her husband Abraham that their descendants would be as numerous as the stars—but year after year, her arms remained empty. She watched other women hold babies. She felt the ache of hope deferred. And eventually, she laughed—not with joy, but with the bitter edge of disbelief.
“After I am worn out and my lord is old, will I now have this pleasure?” (Genesis 18:12)
Sarah wasn’t being faithless. She was being human. She had done the math. She knew her body. She understood that what God promised seemed utterly impossible.
And yet.
At ninety years old—ninety—Sarah held her son Isaac in her arms.
The name Isaac means “he laughs.” But this time, it wasn’t the laughter of doubt. It was the laughter of a woman stunned by a God who makes impossible things happen in impossible seasons.
God’s Timeline Is Not Ours
Here’s what Sarah’s story teaches us: God is not bound by our biological clocks, our calendars, or our culture’s definition of “too late.”
He is not pacing nervously, worried that you’ve aged out of your calling. He is not wringing His hands because you didn’t start that dream in your twenties or thirties. He is not limited by the number of candles on your birthday cake.
In fact, Scripture is filled with people who stepped into purpose in the second half of life:
Moses was 80 when he led the Israelites out of Egypt.
Caleb was 85 when he claimed his mountain.
"Anna was elderly, at least 84, when she prophesied over the baby Jesus in the temple."
These weren’t people whose best days were behind them. They were people whose most significant days were still ahead—because God was the one writing the story.
And He’s still writing yours.
The Lie of the Closed Door
Our culture worships youth. It tells us that impact belongs to the young, that reinvention has an expiration date, and that dreams deferred are dreams denied.
But God says something different.
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” — Isaiah 43:19 (NIV)
Did you catch that? He’s not recycling your old plans. He’s not dusting off something from twenty years ago.
He’s doing a new thing.
Right now. In this season. In your wilderness.
The question isn’t whether God can still use you. The question is whether you’ll let Him.
Your Scars Are Preparation
Maybe you’re thinking, “But I’ve made so many mistakes. I’ve wasted so much time. I’m not qualified anymore.”
Can I offer you a different lens?
What if every detour, every delay, every hard season wasn’t wasted—but was preparation?
The wisdom you’ve gained through struggle. The empathy you carry from your own pain. The patience you’ve learned through waiting. The depth of faith forged in the fire.
These aren’t disqualifications. They’re credentials.
The woman you are now—with all your experience, your scars, your hard-won faith—is exactly who God wants to use.
Not despite your journey. Because of it.
An Invitation to Dream Again
I want to invite you into something that might feel uncomfortable:
Dream again.
Not recklessly. Not in striving. But in holy partnership with the God who makes streams in the wasteland.
What’s that thing you’ve been holding at arm’s length? The calling you dismissed because it felt impractical? The longing you buried because you thought your season had passed?
Pull it out. Dust it off. Hold it up to the Lord and ask:
“Is this from You? And if so, what’s the next small step?”
You don’t need the whole roadmap. You just need the next step. And a God who promises to make a way.
A Prayer for the Woman Who Feels “Too Late”
Lord, I confess I’ve believed the lie that my best days are behind me. I’ve listened to the voice that says I missed my window, wasted my time, or aged out of purpose.
But today, I choose to believe what You say instead: You are doing a new thing. You make streams in the wasteland.
You are not finished with me yet. Reawaken the dreams I’ve buried. Show me the next small step. And give me the courage to take it—trusting that You are the God who brings life to impossible seasons.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Something to Reflect On
This week, sit with these questions:
What dream have I been holding at arm’s length, afraid it’s “too late”?
What would it look like to take one small step toward it—not in striving, but in faith?
Write it down. Pray over it. And watch for what God might be “springing up” in your wilderness.
If you feel led to, I’d really like to hear about that ‘thing’ you want to do. That one small step you’ve decided to take. Sometimes sharing helps us to see it more clearly and even nudge us to commit to it. 💛🌿
It’s not too late, friend. Not even close.
God is still writing your story. And some of the best chapters? They’re still ahead.
Next week: We’ll explore why you were never meant to walk this journey alone—and how to find the sisterhood your soul is craving.
📢NEWS FLASH: Keep checking back for the upcoming launch of my 30 Day E-Book Devotional: “Reconnecting with God!”💖
