My Holiest Hallelujah
I spent too many years standing ankle deep in the waters of faith, convincing myself that nearness was the same thing as surrender. I learned how to speak the language of worship before I ever truly understood how to live inside it. My lips moved with practiced ease. I knew every phrase that sounded holy. I knew when to lift my hands and when to bow my head. I knew how to say hallelujah while carrying a heart that still trembled at the shoreline, unwilling to trust the deeper waters where You were calling me. I stayed where it felt safe, where I could still touch the ground beneath me, where I could retreat the moment surrender began to cost something. Yet even in those shallow places, You kept whispering my name. You kept calling me farther. You kept showing me the reflection of who I could become if I would finally let go. There were moments when I caught glimpses of that person in the stillness. I could see the version of myself that worshiped without fear, the one who loved You wi...
