There are so many different kinds of stories.
There are the stories we tell that are lies. I am not talking about that kind of story.
There are the stories we tell from a book as we read to our children or from the Bible as we read in a family or group setting. I am not talking about that kind of story.
There are stories that don't need words to them. Like the scars on a face of a burn victim or the missing limb of an amputee. But I am not talking about that kind of story either.
I am talking about the stories of our lives. We all have them. Some are hard to remember. I have quite a few of those. Some send you back in time to your childhood where you linger on simpler days. I have those as well. Some just happened yesterday and made you laugh or cry or sit back in shock and awe. Liam gives me those on a fairly regular basis!
But the stories I want to talk about are the ones we love to tell. That just in the telling fills your heart and soul with joy, the same joy you felt when it happened. The type of stories that can fill the listener with joy. A story that causes them to see God differently or their life differently or the world differently.
I am blessed with that kind of story and I was blessed yesterday to share it once again.
Liam is that story. Twenty five years, two months and eight days in the making. From the first prayer uttered on my wedding night. The glimmers of hope God gave me. The faith in a dream that never died. The friends phone call telling me of a young woman wanting to give up her baby, through the waiting and worry as God worked out each new speed bump. Each doctor visit, each prayer of hope, each moment of fear. The elation of a prayer answered in a huge way! A road block dissolved with one mighty miracle! Then a baby, brand new, so tiny and helpless laid in my arms. Ending with the call that marked the second most spectacular day of my life! The judge had signed the papers! He was ours! In every sense of the word!
My heart and soul filled with joy as I remembered all the steps along the way and recounted them to the young lady I was sharing it with. Her eyes filled with tears and she felt her heart and soul fill with the joy that this story gives. She was reminded of God's great goodness to us and His miracles for the asking.
But that is not the ending of it. Those wonderful stories never end. They are what mold us and make us who we are. And who we are goes from day to day, week to week, year to year. Never ending.
I pray that my story fills you with joy and makes you think of God differently, or your life, or the world.
Have a wonderful day!
There are the stories we tell that are lies. I am not talking about that kind of story.
There are the stories we tell from a book as we read to our children or from the Bible as we read in a family or group setting. I am not talking about that kind of story.
There are stories that don't need words to them. Like the scars on a face of a burn victim or the missing limb of an amputee. But I am not talking about that kind of story either.
I am talking about the stories of our lives. We all have them. Some are hard to remember. I have quite a few of those. Some send you back in time to your childhood where you linger on simpler days. I have those as well. Some just happened yesterday and made you laugh or cry or sit back in shock and awe. Liam gives me those on a fairly regular basis!
But the stories I want to talk about are the ones we love to tell. That just in the telling fills your heart and soul with joy, the same joy you felt when it happened. The type of stories that can fill the listener with joy. A story that causes them to see God differently or their life differently or the world differently.
I am blessed with that kind of story and I was blessed yesterday to share it once again.
Liam is that story. Twenty five years, two months and eight days in the making. From the first prayer uttered on my wedding night. The glimmers of hope God gave me. The faith in a dream that never died. The friends phone call telling me of a young woman wanting to give up her baby, through the waiting and worry as God worked out each new speed bump. Each doctor visit, each prayer of hope, each moment of fear. The elation of a prayer answered in a huge way! A road block dissolved with one mighty miracle! Then a baby, brand new, so tiny and helpless laid in my arms. Ending with the call that marked the second most spectacular day of my life! The judge had signed the papers! He was ours! In every sense of the word!
My heart and soul filled with joy as I remembered all the steps along the way and recounted them to the young lady I was sharing it with. Her eyes filled with tears and she felt her heart and soul fill with the joy that this story gives. She was reminded of God's great goodness to us and His miracles for the asking.
But that is not the ending of it. Those wonderful stories never end. They are what mold us and make us who we are. And who we are goes from day to day, week to week, year to year. Never ending.
I pray that my story fills you with joy and makes you think of God differently, or your life, or the world.
Have a wonderful day!