It seems I'm constantly asking what my purpose is. We want to know who we are, and what we were created to do. This gives us motivation to wake up in the morning--something to conquer. But something wonderful happens when you begin to question your purpose in life: You're forced to run to the One who created you, to ask why. I know the path to His love and grace better than I know anything else. I can point people to that. I know, because I've experienced it for myself. I can bring people there, right to the feet of the Father who loves them more than they could ever know...