11/18/2025
The person Iām becomingā¦
aināt shaped by the noise around me,
but by the storms God walked me through.
Iām not built from who I wasā
Iām built from what He carried me out of.
Iām growing quieterā¦
wiserā¦
lighterā¦
learning that peace is louder than pride,
and purposeā
purpose is stronger than pain.
Every day, God strips away
the versions of me I outgrewā
the fear,
the doubt,
the weight I held
when I didnāt know who I was becoming.
But now?
Now I see it.
Heās molding me,
calling me,
pulling me toward the man Iām meant to be.
The person Iām becoming
aināt perfectā
just faithful.
Becoming better
because God kept His hands on me
even when I didnāt keep mine on Him.
And for the first timeā¦
Iām starting to recognize myselfā
not who I was,
but who Heās been shaping me into
all along.
Poem by .jacksonphotography
