Becoming

Becoming means something different to all of us..

These words found me some time ago & are so sweetly serving as a tribute to my journey

I pray you leave here knowing you’re not alone.. I pray you can feel inspired to keep going.. to continue your own version of becoming 

I want to encourage you to hold on when it get’s hard & to never lose hope.. You are doing your best & your best is profoundly beautiful

So here’s a glimpse into what this means to me..

Loving myself

Knowing myself

Trusting my intuition

Why does it feel so far out of reach in certain seasons?

I feel so close to the “her” I dream of being

Yet so far away simultaneously

It’s difficult & beautiful..

Balancing all that life brings our way

Growing, grieving, becoming, believing, grasping, weeping, welcoming, releasing..

All while trying to find your way to grace everyday

Seasons change, chapters unfold, old endings behind you & new beginnings before you

It’s a funny thing when life feels like this big divide

Reflections of the old you while becoming the new you

Walking out of an old life & into a new one

Isn’t it an indescribable feeling when you know it’s happening?

Doors start closing & chapters are suddenly ending..

When the characters who feel like they’ve been there since the beginning are slowly fading into the distance

It grew me up to be okay with it

It healed me to accept it

It made me whole to fully embrace it?

There is so much wondering & dreaming that takes place

Unexpected elements of unknown around every turn

Having no clue what God has in store & being at peace with that new reality

Not realizing how much you’re growing until you feel all grown up

Shell shocked when you look back at 21 & wonder where all the time is going

Feeling like you were there yesterday but that it’s also a lifetime away

It’s funny how time goes by & you reflect on what it felt like when you were a child

Always rolling our eyes when the adults tell us how “time will surely fly by”

You grow up not paying it any mind until one day all you think about is the concept of time

So you make your cup of tea one evening at 23 & put it on your bedside table

You settle in to sit & write about all this time that’s going by in the blink of an eye..

Attempting to wrap your mind around knowing now that those adults were always right

You walk into the next day & find yourself chatting with a child.. & you’re telling her just how precious time is & that it will surely fly by

So hold on tight darling & enjoy the ride

You are simply becoming as all this time passes you by