what are the things that are going to stick with you. the stories that will end up circulating your dinner tables. put into lullabies with illustrations swirling in your children’s brains as you tuck them into bed. the people who will be a whole chapter in the book you are writing about your life. influential people. influential places. those stamps on your heart. times prompted by the spirit then followed with obedience and boldness. times you just felt you had to merely be. be there. watching, listening, dancing when necessary- no babble, nothing forced or unnatural you just were there. these stories that don’t just happen oversees. not just in front of mountain side churches proclaiming the glory of our creator, or praying over beggars in the street. these stories happen in car rides screaming sam smith and in bookstores where you all sat next to each other but didn’t say a word because just being next to people who love you so hard you see jesus is a story worth telling. i’m so thankful that the lord lifted that crippling feeling that my stories weren’t worthy to be heard away from me. that he gave me the courage to talk to people that are nothing like me so i can hear their freedom stories or even the stories that need to be voiced so the hurt starts to heal. i thank the lord for a heart that enjoys listening to what people love to do with the people they love whether it’s just breathing next to each other on that one therapeutic brown corduroy couch at the thrift store down the road and making up the dialogue of every human who walks in the doors, or if it’s people who love driving with the windows down and feet out the window or people who will go and talk to the lady at the flower shop for hours just to make her feel known and seen in the purest way. these are all testaments of our creators goodness. why are we so hesitant to share them.
