I lead worship for our chapter every week. I play guitar, I pick the songs, I stand up front and sing about trusting God. And for about six weeks last semester I wasn't sure I believed any of it. Not in a dramatic, explosive way. Just a slow quiet drift — like a boat that's come untied and doesn't notice it's moving until the dock is far away. I kept leading worship through it because I didn't know what else to do and because I was afraid of what people would think if I stepped down. The thing that broke me open was a conversation with our chapter director who asked how I was really doing. I told him the truth for the first time. He didn't panic. He didn't pull me from the team. He said "Micah, the psalms are full of people leading worship in the dark. You're in good company." That permission to be honest changed everything. I'm still leading. My faith came back — quieter and sturdier than before. And I now ask every person on our worship team how they're really doing.
