It’s Friday! And, we’re all writing on one word: Tell. Join us at Katie’s…you’ll be so glad you did!
We have a friend who is a teller of stories. The same stories. Over and over again.
And, we always laugh. Over and over again.
Because those stories aren’t just words. They’re part of who our friend is. They are him. And we love his stories because we love him.
In the same way, my kids ask me to tell my stories. Over and over again.
“Tell us about the time you had a snake in your bathroom.”
“Tell us about the impala that fell out of the tree.”
“But, I’ve told you that story before,” I say.
“Tell us again…”
Because it’s not just in the telling but in the retelling that stories become part of who we are. And, they become part of those who love us, too.
I sat at a funeral this week and listened as a sweet friend told stories of her grandmother, passing the stories on to the next generation and to all of us who were listening. And, because her grandmother had influenced my life by her influence on her children, those stories instantly became part of me in the most beautiful way. I’ve thought of their impact and its reach – around the world and back and right here to me.
And, I realize that our stories must be told. And retold. Maybe not to arenas full of people or even blogs with many followers but to each other. Because so often the telling does the tying.
We sit, coffee in hand, and share our stories, and while we do, our stories knit our lives and hearts together. And when we tell them again, the ties only bind stronger.
So, tell. Tell someone. The stories of God’s goodness. The stories of your faith. Even when it falters. Let others into the story he’s writing of you.