Something was off. I just didn’t want to admit it. From the outside, my walk with Christ looked fine. Faithful. Consistent. But deep inside, something kept stirring — a quiet restlessness I had become dangerously good at silencing. Until a mountain in Flagstaff, Arizona, made it impossible to ignore.

Standing next to a retired Navy SEAL, I watched a man operate at a level I couldn’t fully comprehend. The precision. The discipline. The quiet, unshakeable excellence in everything he did. I wasn’t in the same conversation — let alone the same league. We weren’t just miles apart. We were worlds apart. Then, without a hint of arrogance, he said something that stopped me cold: “We are the top 1% of the U.S. Military.”

Not a boast. Just a fact. Earned through years of refusing to settle for average when God-given potential was still on the table. And in that moment, I felt the Holy Spirit ask me a question I wasn’t ready for: What percentage are you living at?