Still becoming me

When I was a little girl running barefoot through the yard

People asked what I’d be someday, but I never had it carved

Teachers talked of futures like they were a straight-line road

But I was still a wanderer trying on the world

I didn’t know where life would lead

Just knew there was more waiting for me

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First job tying aprons on at a diner down the street

Pouring coffee, learning patience, standing on my feet

Small town conversations and the clatter of the plates

A year of learning who I was between the rush and breaks

It was just a stepping stone

To somewhere I didn’t know

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Life don’t come with a map in your hand

Sometimes you learn it one step at a time

Every road that you walk makes you who you are

Even the ones you leave behind

From a waitress in a small café

To dirt roads under open skies

Every chapter wrote a piece of me

And I’m still becoming who I’m meant to be

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Then came mornings on a quiet farm with the rising sun

Working through the changing seasons till the day was done

Boots in the mud, wind in my hair

Found a little freedom working out there

But life back home got hard to face

So eighteen came and I found my way

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Packed my bags and left that town

Heart beating loud but my feet stood strong

Started helping people who needed hands to hold

Sitting by their bedside when the nights got cold

Something in that calling felt right to me

Like maybe this was where I’m meant to be

Graduation day came fast that year

CNA letters finally appeared

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Life don’t come with a map in your hand

Sometimes you learn it one step at a time

Every road that you walk makes you who you are

Even the ones you leave behind

From farm fields under summer skies

To caring for a stranger’s pain

Every moment shaped my heart

And I’d walk those roads again

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Then one day love walked into my life

A boy who saw my restless side

Now a ring on my hand and a child on the way

Standing beside me every day

And sometimes I wonder what’s next for me

Another door or another dream

But maybe the journey is the point of it all

Learning to rise every time I fall

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Life don’t come with a map in your hand

But somehow God still leads the way

From small town shifts and dusty roads

To the life I’m living today

Now I’m a wife and soon a mom

With a future I still can’t see

But every step that brought me here

Was building who I’d be

And though I don’t know where the next road goes

I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be

Still becoming me