I grew up around Hope, but I wasn’t a regular attender. My family came for holidays and occasionally on weekends, but growing up as a competitive dancer made weekly worship a challenge. In high school, that began to change when a friend invited me to volunteer at Vacation Bible School. Two years later, my mom, sister, and I were baptized. Making that decision marked a shift—it was when I began to take God seriously. I also started asking some big questions, especially about my mental health.   For as long as I can remember, I have lived with severe anxiety and panic disorder. Since elementary school, I had been in and out of therapists’ offices and doctor appointments, yet I never fully understood what was happening. In 2017, I went to college and returned home after two months. While away, my panic attacks made me physically sick, and I stopped eating. I convinced myself that if I didn’t eat, I couldn’t get sick. It was during this season that I learned how deeply I needed God’s grace...