I have grown up going to church every single Sunday. In fact I can probably count on two hands the number of times I have missed church. When I was little my dad, my uncle and my grandfather were all in the church choir together and since grandma and grandpa lived next door to the church it was common for me to wander between the two buildings while choir practice was going on.

I have loved music and have loved to sing for as long as I can remember. Until I went to college and my family found a new church, I grew up singing hymns. While I loved the words and the music that went with it, singing hymns didn't make me feel anything. When I would sing certain songs in the school choir I would get chills down my spine from the beauty of the music. I longed to feel the way I felt singing in the school choir when I would sing at church.

My freshman year here at Union I started going to Englewood Baptist Church. I immediately fell in love with the music. For the first time I saw people raise their hands in worship, and later on I would become one of them. While attending Englewood I have found myself so many times getting lost in worship. I close my eyes and raise my hands and completely surrender to the moment. I love the feeling of being so lost in worship and I hate it when I open my eyes and lower my hands and feel as if the spell is broken.

There is a feeling I don't quite know how to describe I get when I watch someone else get lost in worship. It makes me think about what it will be like to actually worship God face-to-face. Sometimes I get so passionate about a song that I end up pretty much shouting the words and I begin to loose my voice and I feel really good when that happens. Much like an athlete who leaves it all on the field, I give my all when I get lost in worship and yet feel completely found in the process.