Sometimes I sit with myself and wonder why becoming the person God called me to be has felt like breaking and rebuilding at the same time. Nobody tells you that growth has a sting to it. Nobody warns you that healing will ache in the places you ignored for years. And yet here we are, trying to become... trying to shed old versions of ourselves we once needed just to survive. But the more I wrestle with it, the more I realize this hurt isn't punishment, it's transition. It's God stretching me into rooms my old self wasn't built to stand in. It's Him teaching me that transformation isn't always beautiful while it's happening, but it's always purposeful. Becoming requires loss. Becoming requires honesty. Becoming requires you to face the parts of yourself you used to walk past with the lights off. And maybe that's the real lesson: it's supposed to hurt a little. Not because God wants us to suffer, but because He's removing everything that kept us from seeing ourselves the way He always has. So if it aches, if it feels heavy, if it feels like too much, that might just be the sign that you're getting closer to the version of you Heaven has been waiting on.