The Chase
Front row every night. Hands up, tears down, journal full.
I grew up in church, but my real religion was the feeling. The bigger the worship moment, the louder the crowd, the more certain I was that God was near. I measured my faith by goosebumps, altar calls, and the size of the conference stage. I chased emotional highs like they were oxygen — and for a while, it worked. I looked spiritual, sounded spiritual, and genuinely believed I was close to God. But I was mostly close to the experience of God.

