We who live in this blogging world? We like to tell stories.
It is almost therapeutic for me to share the story of my family and of me -
to make sure someone gets a glimpse of us, from the inside out.
We who live in a missionary world? We also like to tell stories.
On home assignment, we'll spend much of the next year telling our story
of the last three years.
But I'm starting to think I spend far too much time on my story
and the stories of my family
and scripting out my storied thoughts...
What if I made a better effort to listen and hear their stories...
Are they sisters?
Are they widows?
Do they like their work, frying bean fritters and selling them to passersby every morning?
Did they have enough food to fill their bellies last night?
Are they employees of this boutique?
Or might one of them be the owner?
Or are these simply the guys who come to hang out and visit and drink for hour after hour?
Do they have wives? Were their marriages arranged or did they have a say?
What's he stock in his refrigerator?
Can he afford to keep it running? Or is it a slightly deceptive armoir to store some of his products for sale?
Each picture evokes questions, questions I wonder if I should have taken the time to ask.
When I spend time listening to and hearing the heart behind others' stories, maybe then I've earned the right to share my own.
Or better yet, maybe then, I'll have an opportunity to share
the best-est,
real-est,
most wonderful-est
and important
story of all...
His Story.
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