My heart is full of stories. Stories that are true. Stories I have experienced personally. Eight decades of God's grace in stories I feel compelled to share with family members, friends, or anyone God puts in my path. It's not unusual for me to share something God has done for me with the cashier at the checkout stand or a stranger sitting alone on a bench.
I'm always wondering if there is someone who could gain insight in their own life journey from something I have already experienced. Most of all I want everyone to understand that God loves them and cares about every part of their life.
I use to think I was wired a little different because I love to share stories. Then one day I read in Matthew 13:10,11 (NLB) "His disciples came and asked Him, 'Why do you always tell stories when you talk to the people?' Then He explained to them, 'you have been permitted to understand the secrets of the Kingdom of Heaven, but others have not.'" I don't compare myself to Jesus but I believe He has placed the love of "sharing" in my heart and it is my desire to reflect God's love clearly to those who listen.
I've had friends and family tell me I need to blog the stories from my life diary. I don't know much about this technology but I am going to try and share what is happening in my life along with stories from my past. So I invite you to picture an old grandma gently rocking back and forth in her rocking chair while sharing "tidbits" from her life. I'm a busy grandma but I will meet you in my story room as often as I can.
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