The Narrow Way

I’m still healing.
Still hurting.
Still showing up every day with a heart that’s learning how to trust again.
But something’s shifting.
Something’s changing.
And it’s not just in what I’m letting go of… it’s in who I’m becoming.

Because I’ve spent so many years surviving, I forgot I was allowed to live.

I forgot I was allowed to laugh from the gut, sing without shame, breathe without bracing for impact.

But Jesus is waking something up inside me.

He’s teaching me that I’m not just being healed, I’m being restored.
Piece by piece.
Layer by layer.
And what’s being restored is not the old version of me.
No, what He’s bringing forth is the woman I was always meant to be before the pain, before the fear, before the abuse.

I used to think healing would bring me back to myself.

But now I see that healing is moving me forward, into the fullness of who I am in Christ.

I’m becoming bold.
Not loud, but bold.
Not reckless, but free.
I’m learning to speak even when my voice shakes.
To say no without guilt.
To say yes without fear.

I’m becoming whole.
Not because I’ve reached some finish line, but because Jesus is filling the gaps the world left behind.

I’m becoming discerning.
Because not everyone deserves access to what God is rebuilding in me.
Therapy taught me that.
Jesus affirmed it.

I’m becoming joyful, not just the happy-on-the-outside kind of joy, but the kind that dances in the face of darkness and declares, “You didn’t win.”

I’m becoming safe, for myself, for others, and for the little girl inside me who never got to feel safe growing up.

I’m becoming someone who beautiful.
Who doesn’t apologize for taking up space.
Who walks with her head high, not in pride, but in peace.

Because when Jesus starts healing you, He doesn’t just bandage you… He rebuilds you.

He doesn’t just wipe away the tears, He teaches your mouth to smile again.
He doesn’t just remove the shame, He clothes you in glory.
He doesn’t just bring you out of the pit, He calls you by a new name.

Chosen.
Seen.
Restored.
Loved.
Whole.

And that’s who I’m becoming.

Still being unraveled and remade.
Still handing over the parts of my story I once hated and saying, “Jesus, You can have this too.”
But I’m not who I was.
And I’m not going back.

This is the season where I stop just surviving and start becoming.

Because healing is not just about getting over what happened, it’s about becoming who I was always meant to be in the hands of the One who never stopped loving me.