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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?

When the parent looks away

When the parent looks away

Worthless men. Men who put on priestly garments every day, yet didn't even know the Lord. Scripture says they also did not know the...

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...

The 30 day challenge

The 30 day challenge

I invited my son to a 30 day challenge of reading Matthew 5-7 (because I'm still THAT mother, even when the son is 30). After standing on...

Just one man

Just one man

In a day where fear and anxiety reign; where conditions are passed off as heredity, I look back at all that surrounded Jesus' birth and...

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...

Sweet Evan

Sweet Evan

My nephew has, what we would call, disabilities. Among all those visible to the onlooker, there's one that is now the most...

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...

A letter in the mail

A letter in the mail

There's nothing I love more than getting a hand-written letter in the mail, especially if it's from my boy. I'm not talking about the...

Saving the world

Saving the world

My dad has used this phrase with me often, "Stacy, you can't save the world". I know what he means. And in his "I'm still your dad...

The Statue of Liberty

The Statue of Liberty

This was my favorite part of a trip I had taken to visit my sister. It stirred so many emotions in me. People of every race gathered...

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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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