Six months after I was saved, I found myself struggling with limiting beliefs and confusion, feeling disconnected from God. One night I had a complete breakdown, crying myself to sleep and begging God for a sign that I was on the right path. The next morning, on my usual drive to school, I saw it - a massive 20-foot wooden cross that had never been there before, standing at the end of the road. As I sat at that stop sign with tears streaming down my face, I realized: even after surrendering to Christ, I was still trying to earn His love through performance. That day I learned God never asked me to wear the cape - He called me to BE before I DO.