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Tell Me a Story

Tales from the fields of God's heart

Local Narratives

When was the last time you listened to someone's story?

Summertime

Summertime

I can tell I'm getting older because my heart is constantly drawn to the simple things. I'm reminded of this when I visit a local...

Owing love

Owing love

Do you know what the word owe means? It means to have an obligation to pay. In Romans 13:8, Paul says this obligation can be summed up...

Only love

Only love

She carries herself with grace, moving throughout the day in her silent shell. Part of her wants you to know the pain she feels in a...

At the edge of a cliff

At the edge of a cliff

I remember when I was sitting on a bus full of eager short-term missionaries like myself, headed to the remote river villages of the...

The Thankful Table

The Thankful Table

One of my favorite holiday traditions is setting our Thankful table: unfolding family tablecloths, arranging holiday dishes, lighting the...

The pink banana seat

The pink banana seat

It's one of my favorite memories from my childhood. I was one of two children--only 7 months younger than my sister--so I grew up hearing...

When the Unexcited meets Joy

When the Unexcited meets Joy

I would have rather been on a boat, charging up the Amazon River as a career missionary, headed towards one of the 4 Shuar villages that...

A teacher like Mrs. Squire

A teacher like Mrs. Squire

I am preparing for year #20 of teaching, and I am trying to work myself up to that word everyone says as the new school year begins. ...

Crying for the good

Crying for the good

I was waiting on a large order of tacos and burritos when I met her. My church has been feeding a local junior high football team this...

Charlie

Charlie

When I left the room, the first word that came to my mind was "process". I had to say goodbye to a good friend whose fight with cancer...

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About Me

I am a learner. I have an insatiable desire to learn, so I read a ridiculous amount of books. And, because I love to read, I process my thoughts through journal-writing.

I guess this would also make me a writer.

I think that a writer puts their time into something they want to read again, and hopefully invite someone else to read as well. The words mean something to them, and they want those words to mean something to others, too.

I believe that readers and writers are also pretty good story-tellers, and there is nothing I love more than a good story.

Stories tell us the things we need to know, and not just the facts we seem to think define us. I am more interested in someone who drives a 95 Astro van than someone who drives a new car with a personalized license plate, because I know there's a story behind it (and I love that I am married to the one who drives the van).

So I wrote a book called Tell Me a Story. In it, you will find stories of people that most don't sit and listen to; maybe because they've never traveled out of the country in order to hear them. Or maybe they've never really thought about the importance of just listening.

I didn't listen because I thought I was special; I listened because I believed they were.

I've taught high school Bible for more than 20 years, written curriculum for all of my classes, led mission trips around the world, taken lots of pictures, made lots of journal entries, and prayed every single day for the people whose faces appear in my heart. Each blog post will take you to a story; some will be from my memory, some from my journal posts, some from people I'm around every day, and others will be from the best Story-teller I know, Who wrote a book long before I did. His story keeps writing new stories in mine. I hope someday to get mine published so that others will be encouraged to read more of His.

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