Still Becoming

Some days feel like clarity. Others feel like fog. And some—like today—feel like walking barefoot across both.

I used to think I’d arrive somewhere by now. That if I worked hard enough, loved well enough, served long enough, I’d earn a sense of “done.” But life keeps reminding me: I’m not done. I’m still becoming.

Becoming isn’t failure. It’s faithfulness.

It’s showing up at 4:45 AM when your body’s tired but your mission calls. It’s holding hard conversations when silence would be easier. It’s sorting through supply chain emails and budgets and broken systems—and sorting through your own doubts and questions at the same time.

Still becoming means I can grieve deeply and still lead.

Still becoming means I can admit I don’t have it all figured out, and still move forward.

Still becoming means the fog doesn’t mean failure—it means formation.

I am learning that becoming is less about building a name and more about building a life worth living. A life rooted in hope. A life that listens before it speaks. A life that chooses quiet, steady presence when the world screams for speed and performance.

And maybe, just maybe, becoming is the point.

So today, I honor the unfinished. The tension. The in-between. The signal that still whispers through the static.

I am still becoming.

And that’s enough.

—John