… in a season where my deepest, most core beliefs have been knocked out from underneath me, block by block, piece by blessed piece. This is when knowing who we are in Christ is so vitally important. If I did not know that I am a daughter of the most high God, I would be completely useless at this point. It is the one and only thing that I still believe and hold as a core truth. Every other piece of who I am and who I ever was has been broken to bits and blown away in the wind. And as I stood on stage Sunday morning, leading worship not because I felt it, but because I knew the words were true, I saw in my mind’s eye everything falling away, the middlemen so-to-speak being pushed out of the way, so that all that was left standing there was God – and me – face to face, nobody in-between. Perhaps this is how it was meant to be all along. And now that everything I have ever thought I believed is gone, maybe He will be able to show me who He is for real, with no interference, no preconceived ideas. It is a terrifying and yet exhilarating place to be – completely broken, and free-falling. Because the only thing I am confident of is that when I land, it will be on Him, and I will still be His beloved child.