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 light—

A converging beam,

Breaking into a spectrum of glory,

Never dimming,

Never-ending.

I knew He was calling me deeper,

Calling me further—

But fear stood at the threshold,

Clawing at my resolve.

So I roared.

Not in noise, but in knowing.

I faced fear eye to eye

And named it small.

I chose the journey.

I chose the One who started this work in me—

Trusting He would finish what He authored.

Now I am becoming.

Not rushed.

Not forced.

But formed,

As I behold Him,

The Righteous One.

Becoming is inevitable when you keep your gaze on him.