I've long experienced the weight of imposter syndrome. As a teenager, I stood on stage leading worship, reciting my own poems, and pretending to grasp the sermons being preached. Now, as an adult, I grapple with these feelings in new ways. In my youth, I knew of God, but I lacked a deep, personal relationship with Him and a true understanding of my identity in Christ. Recognizing this was my first pivotal step: I am the daughter of the Most High King…