Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them. Lemoney Snicket.
I have always loved stories. I remember sitting in a big chair with my Mom reading from the Bible Story book. It had exquisite pictures. I remember my Dad and Uncles telling stories of how fast they drove to get back home to Tennessee. And arguing over who drove there the quickest without getting a ticket. But that's another post. I loved hearing their stories and other's stories. Every Sunday we were at one of my Uncles houses and there were stories of what happened since last week and what the neighbors were doing. What funny thing each had seen or done that week. We were a loud, happy group always with a story.
And as a child I met many a friend in a book. Huck Finn. The Happy Hollisters. Nancy Drew. The Little Red Hen. Peter Pan. The Cat in the Hat before the movie ruined him. I joined in with them in their adventures. I loved them truly with all my little girl heart. Then there was those people on TV like Caption Kangaroo who told stories and had cartoons with stories. I loved Davey and Goliath on the TV show. I could go on an on.
As I grew older I remember reading in the Detroit News the story Black Like Me. It opened my eyes to a different point of view. I read Dave Wilkerson's The Cross and the Switchblade. I saw there were problems in the world but God could help. Autobiographies, biographies..stories lovely stories.
As I said I LOVE them. They make life better. They teach truths without nagging. They give your mind something worthwhile to think about so you won't be one of those people that gets BORED. How can you be bored if you can remember a story that captivates you every time?
Also our stories, our families' stories, are important. We are not really telling these stories. For all the neatness of the internet, we are not talking with each other. We aren't telling how Uncle Arnold's brother's cut down a tree with him in it. (True story..haha) We aren't telling what it was like to move to Detroit city from rural Tennessee or why we moved there. We need to share our stories with each other. How did you come to be a Christian? How did you meet your husband or wife? What did I look like as a baby? I guess we need to become storytellers again. And teach children to be curious and ask questions again. We need to slow down and talk more.
So draw up a chair, grab some sweet tea or lemonade, put up your feet. Let's sit together on His porch in the warm sunshine and share our hearts. Let's share our stories. Heart to heart. What's new with you? What's He done for you? What other stories have you heard? Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you a story I've read. Come with me on an adventure...... When I was a little girl. I had a bike. Her name was Cindy. She was teal blue and Daddy got her from the Sears store when I was 7. I had so many adventures on her. She was like a story....a way to have adventures. You just had to hop on and ride. I hope you will hop on the storytelling vehicle and see where the adventure takes you.