There is always more to what we will BECOME—the dreams in our hearts, the pain in our chests. The highs and lows. The fleeting thoughts. The disappointing and embarrassing moments. The truths we told. The parts of us that stayed hidden. The stories we shared, the ones we are proud of, and the ones we left untold.
The families that shaped us—our hopes, challenges, and desperations. Our nationalities, race, and identities. The clear paths and the undefined. The special moments. The grey days and the ones spent lingering in bed. The days we couldn’t see ourselves for what we could be. The defeating, deafening silence from those we once called friends. The lies we told ourselves about who we really are.
The starting over days. The years we lost. The feigned laughter, the genuine one, the fights and quarrels with self and society. The hate, envy, and pretense from others. The ones that kept us going and the ones that brought us down. The moments that hit us where it truly matters. The love, support, and words that drown sadness. The folks who wished us well and told us everything would be okay. The days that made us, the ones that nearly drowned us.
The long, patient endurance; the ones that mocked our faith. The moments that made us question everything, that made the stars seem distant. The ones that made our prayers endless and ceaseless. The moments that made us question our identity in God. The shadowy times. The long silence from God, the ceaseless nights of petitioning our Maker. The pages of the Holy Scriptures that turned our hearts. The redemptive moments. The Angels of Consolation. The answers. The gratitude, the hope, the exhilarating moments. The benedictions, the unplanned goodbyes. The whys? The premonitions, the smallest acts of kindness.
The unexpected helpers. The twists and turns—all the pieces that come together to orchestrate our BECOMING.
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