Becoming

"By beholding we become changed." And by listening, and reading, and experiencing, and thinking.

Becoming is a journey. You may not know what the destination is, but there is something on the horizon you're heading toward. It's a leaving of one place to go to somewhere else, and all the experiences that form you on the way there.

Looking back I can barely see where I've come from. The beginning is hidden behind winding turns and dark forests and rocky hills.

There are some things I can see - I can pinpoint big ones that have kept me going this way instead of turning off on another path. There was "becoming a single mom aged 21". There was "parents move to Australia". And "discovered blogging". There was "first internet connection and fascination with what's out there". And "take a step of faith into a strange church". So many...

All signposts that have helped shape this direction toward a fuzzy destination.

If I'd missed just one of them I wouldn't be here now, the me that I am. And yet I'm still growing and changing every day. The things I learnt this weekend expanded my perception of worship just a tiny bit, but have the power to head me off in a different direction. The choices I make this month with my newly-deposited paycheck might determine where I'll be a year down the line. What someone says on their blog today may open up a new journey of discovery for me. It's not a boring trip and no-one's threatening to turn the car around.

I feel a bit like a flower unfolding, petal on petal, the final product not yet known. Bits of fragrance spreading with each petal that opens. The colours are changing too - old petals faded and fallen, new ones vibrant.

I like Becoming.