February 2, 2012

February 2, 2012

Wondering about my role in Costa Rica, the Lord spoke to me and said to ‘tell stories’. I smiled at that and thought I am not the storyteller, that was my father not me. But then I remembered the Tea we just had in Glendale with the lovely Sun City Ladies and my retelling the story from The Big Bang when Amy gets her tiara. Afterwards, Bonnie came up to me and said I was a storyteller. What amazing praise from a woman who indeed is a master storyteller. But the more I thought about it the more sense it made. I will be among people that may not have heard the stories of the Bible and it would be easy just to tell them about what I am writing about Hosea. Truthfully, most of the Old Testament reads like a soap opera anyway. And the stories certainly relate to our present lives.

I have been pondering this word for a week or so, and then it hit me. Maybe I should do the study that way too. Make each day more of a story. So now, I will have to start telling stories and then go back and re-write what I have done in that format. Or maybe at the start of each week of study I do a story that will go along with what is being studied that week. And then as the ladies do the homework they can remember back to the story that had been told and maybe it would feel more alive to them.

How to do that:
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AnyMeeting
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