On Becoming… September 1, 2016 I was driven by a quiet desperation, a desire formed out of worthlessness, to become more. Discontented to be whatever was in the moment- if I was a masterpiece,I was Unfinished. To become successful was the world’s message; to become independent, wealthy, known. I accumulated accolades, piled pennies, climbed into coats of whatever I decided would make me become something more than I was in the mirror. Until one day, the Spirit spoke, “You are mine, and I will finish the work.” I opened my hands, letting fall the tools I held so tightly before. I breathed in the moment, I saw who I was, Whose I was, and I was satisfied. Never before had my own effort to become Felt so Unbecoming. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related