Becoming isn’t always beautiful.
It’s not always soft music and sunrise journaling.
Sometimes it’s crying in the shower, questioning everything, feeling like you’re floating between two worlds—no longer who you were, not yet who you’re becoming.
But that’s exactly what this is:
The season of becoming.
The sacred in-between.
No map. No clear answers.
Just you. And God. And the whisper that says:
Keep going. Something is unfolding, even if you can’t name it yet.
Becoming is the undoing.
It’s shedding layers that used to protect you.
It’s releasing identities you outgrew but held onto out of comfort.
It’s grieving old versions of yourself while still unsure of the new ones.
And it’s hard.
It’s confusing.
It’s holy.
Because becoming isn’t about achievement. It’s about alignment.
Here’s what being in a season of becoming really looks like:
You start feeling misaligned in spaces you used to tolerate.
You stop rushing to fix things and start sitting with what is.
Your prayers shift from “Give me clarity” to “Help me trust the unknown.”
You release timelines. You question roles.
You soften your grip.
It’s a season where the outcomes don’t make sense yet—
but the inner shifts are undeniable.
It’s a season where the outcomes don’t make sense yet—
but the inner shifts are undeniable.
If you’re here right now, try this:
1. Honor the unraveling.
Instead of asking “What’s wrong with me?” try:
“What part of me is evolving?”
2. Write a letter titled “I Don’t Have to Know Yet.”
Let yourself express all the uncertainty without needing a solution.
This is about voice, not fixing.
3. Create a Becoming Box.
Fill it with items, quotes, and reminders that anchor you in this liminal space.
A journal. A candle. A photo. Something that reminds you you’re still whole—even mid-transition.
The season of becoming is not the pause between two real chapters.
It is the chapter.
It’s where the courage is built.
It’s where the softness becomes strength.
It’s where your roots deepen in the dark before you ever bloom in the light.
So if you feel lost right now, just know:
You’re not lost. You’re becoming.
Let it be messy. Let it be unclear.
Let it stretch you.
Because the woman you’re becoming?
She’s already unfolding.
And she’s worth every ounce of grace you can give yourself in this sacred middle.
The Soft Power Journal 