On My Worst Day, I Found God
I didn’t find God in peace. I found Him in the middle of noise, confusion, and a kind of pain that made everything feel heavy. It wasn’t a beautiful moment. It wasn’t a calm prayer at sunrise or a quiet church filled with light. It was messy. It was desperate. It was the kind of day where nothing made sense anymore. My worst day didn’t arrive all at once. It built slowly—through disappointment, through feeling misunderstood, through carrying things I didn’t know how to put down. And then suddenly, it felt like everything collapsed at once. I remember thinking: If God is real, why is this happening? That question wasn’t polite. It wasn’t theological. It was raw. And maybe that’s why it mattered. Because for the first time, I wasn’t pretending. I wasn’t saying the “right” words or trying to be strong. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone—not even God. I was just… honest. I sat there with everything I had been holding inside, and I said it. Not perfectly. Not gracefully. Just truthfully...