Instead, you must worship Christ as Lord of your life. And if someone asks about your Christian hope, always be ready to explain it. ~1 Peter 3:15, NLT
When I attended a writing workshop with a well-known author, our assignment one day was to observe three different locations. At each we were to sit for 30 minutes and write down every little thing we observed. That evening, after we shared the details with each other, she told us that now they belonged to us. What the other women observed becomes part of my repertoire. I can absorb it, hold it close, make it part of my story, the fabric of who I am. It is mine.
We have witnessed the power of story from an early age. Curling up to read bedtime stories, watching movies, listening to songs, chatting with our best friends over coffee, telling and retelling the stories that make us laugh. Or cry. Or wonder.
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