Become
"Become" is my word. I don't know when it was given to me, or why, (yet) but what I do know is it belongs to me. I feel like most of my life I have lived an "almost there" kind of lifestyle. Like I'm almost great, almost there, could almost achieve it, but somehow I miss it by just a little bit. Usually my own fault, which I blame on my medical issues. It's lame, but easier than blaming myself. My mom got me a sign awhile ago that says "becoming", and I rediscovered in a recent move a note she wrote for me on the back. How she is proud of me and is loving watching the person I'm becoming. Maybe that's it. Maybe I'm becoming someone that, as sad as it sounds, I will find worth it. I know it's not necessary, because the only one that matters has deemed me worthy, but I'd like to believe it for myself, you know? I want to someday look in the mirror and see everything He sees. He assigned me this word and He must have a reason. ...