Do you ever think of the in-between?

I’m no longer the girl of yesterday, but I’m not quite the woman I’m becoming either. I’m standing in the hallway of transition—where grief and grace live side by side.

I never liked pink. Not because I hated the color itself, but because I never understood why it was automatically labeled a “girl’s color.” And honestly? I don’t even think it’s all that.

I used to think rich people were obnoxious… until people started calling me rich.

I used to hide.

Why?

Because she believed she wasn’t there yet—that a certain peak of attainment had to be reached before she could present herself.

She didn’t want to be seen.

She believed she was just her academics.

Sometimes, it’s uncomfortable to be in the already-but-not-yet.

It’s weird living in a version of myself I don’t fully recognize.

I’ve outgrown the old, but I haven’t fully settled into the new.

It’s like I’m molding in a cocoon, on a construction site, standing in the hallway.

I’m in the pruning season.

But to the person I’m becoming—

I know she is brave.

She speaks with clarity and with kindness.

Her faith doesn’t waver when the ground shakes.

She is an overcomer.

And for every moment she doubted,

for everything she lost because she thought she was too small—

she is recovering what was lost—

and she has already overcome.

She is here now becoming one with new habits and new thought patterns.

She’s here with hunger.

She’s here with greater conviction.

She’s becoming one with maturity.

"Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."

—Philippians 1:6

I’m learning to sit gently in the in-between—at least for now.

Because I am being transformed from glory to glory—

with a God who is perfecting it in me.

So I invite you to reflect, too:

What does your middle ground look like?

What was your yesterday like? Do you really hate it—or can you have compassion for her?

I’m not who I was.

I’m not yet who I’ll be.

But even here, I’m loved.

Even here, God is working.