I almost talked myself out of driving 83 miles to a worship night in Charlotte. I was tired, I had questions, and I didn’t want to chase an emotional experience. But I kept coming back

Before I knew anything about purpose, identity, losing myself or finding my way back to God, I was just Tasha. A lot has happened since then. I’m learning that becoming isn’t about running from all

I can look back and see that I’m not where I used to be, but sometimes I’m so focused on where I still need to grow that I overlook it. I’m learning that being unfinished

Starting over can make you feel like everything that came before it was wasted. I’m learning that every time I’ve had to begin again, I brought something with me that I didn’t have before.

I thought moving forward meant putting as much distance as possible between me and who I used to be. Then God led me back to a name I didn’t want anymore.

There are things I thought I would have accomplished by now, and it’s hard not to notice when somebody else is already there. I’m learning that being behind and being late aren’t always the same