the power of story-time
If you know these two men, you know that I’m completely bragging by posting their pictures. The Hamster and The Baker were here in October for Seth’s birthday weekend, and it was gloriously engrossing. They love a story and, as proved by Isaac’s face in these pictures, were able to wisp us up from one spot and set us down in a completely different place with their storytelling.
Sometimes Seth will have meetings that require my staying home alone with the boys, and I tell you I do not look forward to those nights I am wrestling, cleaning, training, and disciplining by myself. But there is something about the bedtime routine and the story-time therein that is mesmerizing and up-lifting. As it was with my Daddy when I was small, I make the stories up as I go. Isaac gives a topic, and we roll with it, and I can’t describe how pleasing it is for a story to unfold, as the values at the top of my heart unwillingly lift out in them.
When our friends were here that fall weekend, we exposed ourselves in the stories we told. The Hamster told me one story, one true story, that has settled into me like hardwire. Maybe he’ll guest post it here for me someday. As I shared with our friends and their wives, confessing an intense struggle with fear, the Hamster reminded me of this:
Revelation 12:11 (NIV)
and by the word of their testimony;
they did not love their lives so much
as to shrink from death.