Becoming

I am becoming.  Yep, that was a whole sentence.  As in a plant becoming a flower.  Or a sunrise becoming a day.  It's a process, yet all of the potential and purpose is there before you even see what is happening.  That's how I feel.  Like maybe people don't see what I have begun to feel inside, but that their not seeing does not negate the fact that that I AM becoming.  Slowly.  Surely.  Sometimes painfully.  Like the plant, sometimes regressing in the frost or heat.  Like the sunrise, sometimes being covered with clouds.  Thwarted, but not beaten.  Because He who wills and purposes in my has as much expectation of me becoming what He planned as I have that the sun will indeed rise.  That the rose will indeed bloom.  And, while I might stress, I should, instead, be more like the sun and the rose....and let the process happen.  As long as  it takes.  However it goes.  Waiting.  Participating.  But not agonizing. 
For, I am becoming. 
And, yes, there can also be that play on words...becoming as in beautiful.  And that too I am learning....that just as the sun and the rose are full of beauty....that's exactly how He sees me.  And wants me to see myself.  Would that I would rest in the knowledge and comfort of the beauty that He sees in me....as the rose just is....and the sun simply shines.  In time.
For, I am becoming.
grace to you