I am not who I once was. Correction. I am not who I once believed myself to be. Let me explain. For years I worked to define myself through a projected image. Throughout my 20 years of life I have worn a variety of masks. This was especially true during my high school years not … Continue reading I Am Not Who I Once Was: The Theology of Identity
God, it's me again We've been here a thousand times before and I'm back Broken. Scarred. Hurt. Hollowed out. Beaten and bare. Again. I hate to be repetitive but I need to know: Why am I here? Why this place? Why this major? Why this job? Why this family? Why this past? Why this present? … Continue reading A Prayer of Lament by a Broken College Student
Dear little six-year-old girl, I can see you. With your long, brown hair pulled into two braids and tied with red ribbons, beloved overalls, and t-shirt; you seek adventures and believe you can fly. As you run through the grassy fields bare- foot and free, with your imagination carrying you along, I know that thoughts … Continue reading Dear Little Girl
"Well, what's the point in that? Why? Aren't you too old for that? How is this going to help you in ministry?" These are just a smattering of the questions I seem to get asked whenever I go to the gym, talk about what I'm reading about, or post any dance related picture on social … Continue reading What’s the Point(e)?