The boys, from the biggest to the smallest, roll their eyes, sigh: “You’ve told this story before, Mom.”
. . . and I tell it again, whether it’s the story of the day they were born, that 97 one earned on his Sophomore research paper, that I’d coached him through on a Mother’s Day in 2009 – when he did not want to give the detail, use the 3-step-method-of citation, put topic statements on all his inside-paragraphs
or the mystery of the missing turtle head
or the “You’re a cake” lecture
or how one 5 year old brother tried to evangelize his 3 year old brother one evening when he didn’t want to say his bed-time prayers
or how the oldest brother prayed for a baby brother for 3 years – and in the sixth grade, wrote about how when God answers prayers, He answers them abundantly
“I know the story, Mom,” each moans as I tell it for the gazillionth time.
But sometimes, we need to hear the stories, over and over and over . . . until the truth in the story, the soul of the story sinks in. It’s like that with our stories – and His stories.
Because He’s told the story since the beginning of creation
Through all creation.
“Have you not been paying attention?
Have you not been listening?
Haven’t you heard these stories all your life?
Don’t you understand the foundation of all things?” (Isaiah 40:21)
How the earth is reborn in the spring, grows, drops seeds to the earth, and dies for 3 months under the harsh cold – and rises again on a spring day.
How the moon grows to its fullness, wanes and disappears, to be reborn.
The story in the petals of a dogwood of a crucifixion to save us all
Since the beginning of time
Creation has told the story of rebirth, of being made new
Of giving ourselves away like the seeds circled within the fading petals of a sunflower
He tells the story over and over and over
The story is being told all around
Since the first day of creation
it flies, burrows,
creeps and runs
nests and sits
erupts, sheds and falls
feeds, heals and refreshes
Because sometimes for a story to sink in
Like a seed into the soil
To reach deep and take root
The story from creation to salvation
the crucifixion to the resurrection
is told told over and over
In every possible way.
The whole earth isn’t just full of His glory
it tells the stories of His glory
over
and over
and over. . . . as many tellings and re-tellings and it takes. . . until the truth of the story, the soul of the story sinks in.
My stories might not be as good as His stories – but I hope those stories tell of His glory. I hope that one day, my boys will really hear what I am saying – and see that I am pointing the way to Him.
“Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory” (Isaiah 6:3)
Another sweet post, full of love and concern from you, love and compassion from Him. Thank you. I love your writings.
Amen. We need to hear it over and over and over. Happy Easter!
I really enjoyed this post! Sharing on FB and Twitter. Have a blessed Easter, He is risen!
You are so right…God’s story is written into His creation. Love this! Your photo is gorgeous as well.
Hope you don’t mind – thought I would nominate you for one of these awards called the Sunshine Award – sounds like a bit of fun – it helps to get more people reading your blog and celebrates the wonderful encouragement you bring to others through your writing. Don’t feel you have to participate, but if you are keen, follow the link and there are instructions in my blog post. :)http://humbleheartscribbles.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/sunshine-award-nomination/
Merryn
Good Morning, my neighbor over at Laura’s!
Continue telling the stories to your kids {they love them, they just won’t let you know how much!}
And continue sharing your stories with us. {They are so worth reading. Savoring.}
Monday blessings, my friend!
;-}
“But sometimes, we need to hear the stories, over and over and over . . . until the truth in the story, the soul of the story sinks in.” How true this is! Blessings for a beautiful week.
Maryleigh,
So so true…your boys are blessed to have a mama who keeps telling them such good stories about God and themselves…and yes, until the truth of the story sinks in…I know I need to be reminded again and again of how God weaves my story and His bigger story…blessings to you 🙂
And some stories speak a new message each time they are heard. Another reason to keep telling. You sound a lot like me, friend :). Those boys of ours…how they will treasure our funny ways one day 🙂