Becoming

Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

I have outgrown the need to shrink myself; to fold into the spaces others left for me.

For too long, I lived within walls I built myself, believing safety meant smallness, not seeing how I limited myself, believing I could only reach as far as my fear allowed.

I have outgrown the limits of my own small thoughts, the whispers that told me I was not enough; that I had to earn my place, prove my worth, carry the weight of every mistake.

I once let doubt define what I wanted to be, but I have learned that fear is not my foundation—faith is.

I have outgrown the idea that I must control everything, that my hands alone must shape my future.

I have learned to loosen my grip, to trust that even when I cannot see the path, God has already laid it before me. He has me, always has, always will.

I have outgrown the weight of silence, the way it wraps around my throat, strangling every unspoken word out of my mouth and back into my lungs.

I no longer hesitate to speak life over myself, to declare that I am made for more.

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I have outgrown waiting for permission to bloom. The sun does not ask before it rises, nor will I.

Because I know now—

I am held. I am guided. I am already becoming.