The Stories that We Weave

I'm exhausted. There will be a much longer post about my 10+ year love affair with the beloved show, Once On This IslandBut I just wanna comment briefly on the power of theatre. It is the through-line of my life. It is my constant. Going back to school for my divinity degree has been SO difficult, particularly because I've had to momentarily lay aside a part of myself to do this new thing God is requiring of me in this season of my life. While the theatrical through-line hasn't disappeared--it is still so useful in my preaching and pastoral ministry--I miss performing. I miss doing shows. I miss being able to afford to see shows on Broadway. For Valentine's Day, my mother bought me tickets to see Once On This Island. Tonight was the night. It was fantastically awe-inspiring and a reminder to never stop dreaming. While my story might be a little complicated right now, I have the power to weave my various stories together to make "some kind of life." One day, I will look back on this moment--on the tears I've shed, on the loss I've felt--and I'll be able to see the grander picture. I'll be able to see the stories woven together to make up the ever-evolving quilt of my life. 


I'm exhausted but I'm so grateful for the stories. 

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