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
"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)?