A Memoir of Transformation by Inez Como

I used to believe that becoming meant arriving — reaching some polished version of myself where everything made sense and nothing hurt anymore. But I’ve learned that becoming is not about perfection. It’s about presence.

It’s the way God meets me in my mess and begins to shape something beautiful. It’s how He takes what the enemy meant for destruction and, with patience and power, transforms it into something that ministers, something that speaks, something that shines.

This section is not about what I’ve accomplished — it’s about what Christ is accomplishing in me.

It’s where sorrow becomes sentences.

Where relapses become reminders.

Where silence becomes poetry.

Where grace is traced through every broken line.

This is The Art of Becoming — and I am still becoming.

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