Tell Me a Story out of Your Mouth
“Tell me a story, Mommy. Out of your mouth.” I learned at a very young age that the best stories were the true ones. The too-good-to-be-true ones. The too-crazy-to-be-true ones. I especially loved to hear about when my mom was a little girl like me, something proven by old photos that nevertheless confounded me. The idea of it seemed nearly impossible but simply wonderful at the same time. A pivotal point in my own story was when I crossed the threshold of faith and believed that the story of the Bible was true. The intersection of God’s love and glorious plan of redemption through Jesus Christ with my life was too wonderful for me to comprehend. Could it really be that the God who made the universe would humble himself, take on human flesh, and die on the cross for my sins? My heart burst with joy and my eyes overflowed with tears at this over-the-top, too-good-to-be-true story. That story changed everything for me. My life is now one continuous stream of stories that