a girl in search of God.

I thought going back to church would fix me. Back to the Bible, back to devotionals, back to Sunday streams that told me “this is the way.” At first, it felt good. It felt right.

But then I heard the pastor say: “worshipping Jesus and your ancestors.” He said it like it was sin. And something in me cracked open. How could scripture that reveres Abraham, Isaac, Jacob — bloodline, lineage, ancestry — tell me I must erase my own?

This was the start of my unraveling. My reclamation. The Sacred Brat’s search for the God within me, not the one hidden behind a white Jesus.