The Beauty of Becoming Who You Already Are + Meditations

By Kari Prabhakar

There’s something sacred about being human. Every scar, every contradiction, every longing we carry …all of it tells a story of becoming. And yet today, many of us are being pulled into stories that aren’t our own. Told we must choose an identity, adopt a label, or alter what was never broken to begin with.

We want to speak this gently, but clearly: when we believe we are something we are not, we may unknowingly abandon who we truly are …and in doing so, miss the deep joy of becoming whole.

At Restored Sattva, we hold space for nuance. We know this world is full of wounds. We understand how trauma, especially in childhood, can fracture identity. Abuse, neglect, rejection, confusion... they all leave imprints. And in the absence of safety or understanding, we may cling to what feels affirming, even when it is false.

But healing doesn’t come from reshaping the outer self to quiet the inner ache. It comes from naming the ache, meeting it with truth, and allowing God to restore what was broken, not reinvent it.

Creation itself speaks this rhythm. Trees don’t strive to become rivers. Lions don’t long to be birds. There is design woven into everything, male and female, each glorious in its own expression. Masculinity isn’t toxic; it’s sacred. Femininity isn’t fragile; it’s fierce and divine. Both are expressions of God’s image, meant to complement, not compete.

There is profound beauty in being a woman, not in comparison to men, but in the radiant fullness of womanhood. The nurturing spirit. The inner knowing. The quiet strength. The world needs them.
And there is profound beauty in being a man, not in domination, but in the steady presence, the protector’s heart, the builder’s soul. The world needs them.

This beauty is not earned. It is not constructed. It is not a costume.
It is bestowed, by a Creator who saw you, male or female, and called it very good.

The enemy of our souls has always twisted beauty into illusion, offering masks instead of mirrors, façades instead of freedom. What begins as self-discovery can become self-erasure. The devil blinds through confusion, always tempting us to “be like gods,” deciding for ourselves what is good, what is true, what is us.

But the call of Jesus is different. It isn’t a demand. It’s an invitation:
Come home.
Come back to who you are. Learn who you are.
Not what you feel in a moment of pain or confusion, but who you were formed to be in love, on purpose.

To those in the LGBTQ+ community: we see your humanity. We honor your courage. We recognize the pain that often lies beneath the surface, and we don’t pretend to know every story. But we speak to the soul beneath the story and say: you are more than this.

You are not a mistake. Your body is not a glitch. Your longing is not something to be silenced, but something to be understood, honestly, prayerfully, and gently.

You are image.
You are essence.
You are chosen, not to become anything... but to become something holy.

🌿 Meditations & Prayers: Returning to the Truth of Who You Are

For those longing to see clearly again.

A Meditation on Deception
“God, show me where I’ve been led by a lie.”

Lord, if I’ve embraced a false version of myself — shaped by pain, culture, or confusion — open my eyes. Let me see where the enemy has paraded darkness as light, and lust as love.

Where I’ve been celebrated for what disconnects me from You, help me see the emptiness underneath. I don’t want applause, I want peace.

I lay down my right to define myself and ask You to show me who I really am.

A Prayer of Repentance
“I name it so it no longer owns me.”

Father, I confess I have made choices apart from Your design. I’ve sought comfort where there was no covenant.

I’ve reshaped myself to be accepted by people, but not You.

I renounce the spirit of confusion, lust, and pride that has blinded me. I return to the narrow path, not because I’m afraid, but because I’m Yours.

A Meditation on Beauty and Identity
“God, help me love what You created.”

I don’t need to become something else. I don’t need to fix what was never broken.

I am not a mistake. I am not abandoned.

My maleness or femaleness is not a burden, it’s a blessing.

Even if I don’t feel whole yet, I trust that I’m being restored. I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

A Prayer of Belonging
“I choose to return home.”

Jesus, I want to walk in truth.

Not the truth of the crowd, but Your truth.

Call me out of confusion and back into clarity. From imitation into identity.

I receive Your invitation to be more than my desires.

I am Your child. I was made for holiness. Help me to come home to you.