I’m not where I used to be,
but I’m not quite where I thought I’d be either.
I’m somewhere in between the space called becoming.
Becoming is messy.
It’s waking up with faith one day and fear the next.
It’s learning to forgive people who never said sorry,
and letting go of versions of yourself you once needed to survive.
Some days, I bloom.
Other days, I break.
But even in the breaking, I’m learning that growth still happens in the dark,
like seeds buried in soil, unseen but not forgotten.
Becoming means giving yourself permission to be a work in progress.
To rest when you need to.
To start again without shame.
To celebrate small steps that nobody else claps for.
I used to think I had to have it all together.
Now I know, grace holds me together even when I fall apart.
God doesn’t rush the process; He redeems it.
Every delay, every detour, every disappointment
is still being woven into something beautiful.
So if you’re in that in-between space too,
breathe.
You’re not behind.
You’re just becoming and that’s holy ground.
Temilade Alokan
Light Lamp
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