The Cost of Becoming
There I sat— Rooted in stillness, My head resting against the Tree of Life, Heavy with unnamed potential. I listened for heaven, Wondered what the Creator would require of me next. For the road ahead whispered of sacrifice, And my soul asked quietly, Am I ready to pay what growth demands? Beneath the branches, I lingered— Turning over the how and the when , Confronted by a truth I could no longer escape: I did not want to remain. Yet I feared the cost of leaving. Is becoming possible Without surrender? Then His word found me— A remembered promise rising from the deep: He who began a good work in you Will carry it to completion Until the day of Christ Jesus . And suddenly— Fire. Fire in my bones. A holy ignition. The kind that refuses stillness, That demands motion. So I rose. I shifted. I stepped forward. And creation answered— Ideas spilling like rivers, Wisdom pouring from wells beyond my knowing, What I had learned was meeting what He had given. His word entered my heart as lig...