Friday, November 16, 2012

{day sixteen} a story of friendship...


It is defined as the condition of sharing similar interests, ideals or experiences, as by reason of profession, religion, or nationality.  The companionship of individuals in a congenial atmosphere and on equal terms.  A close association of friends or equals sharing similar interests.



I am grateful for both.

Last night, over three hundred women gathered for our annual Ladies Holiday Dinner at my church. They gathered for fellowship and friendship and faith.  And each year, my heart is more and more blessed by this gathering.  The beautiful table decorations.  The early Christmas shopping.  The inspirational message brought by the speaker.  And of course, the delicious meal.

But last night was different.

More special.

The speaker was a friend of mine.  We both attended Clemson.  We were sorority sisters. 

But that is where our association ended.  Until a little over a year ago.

We reconnected through the beauty of social media.  I stumbled upon her blog {where I lurked for days before discovering who the writer actually was}. Imagine my surprise when I realized I actually knew the person behind the eloquent words.  Behind the story. 

The story.  Her story.

My friend, this writer, has a beautiful story.  A story that portrays the Gospel.  Because she whole-heartedly trusts the Storyteller.  She trusts Jesus to write the story of her life.  And by trusting Him, He is opening doors for her to share her story with others.  So that those listening {or reading} will discover Him. 

My friend boldly stepped into the story that God has for her life. 

Last night, she spoke about stories.  About sharing our stories with others.  And about listening to the stories of those around us.  She challenged us to trust the Storyteller. 

I am abundantly blessed by this friend.  And her story.  God's story. 

I left last night with a simple prayer in my heart.

May I continue to trust the Storyteller.  And may I boldly step into the story He is writing for me.  May every story of my life whisper His name.  And may I bravely share my story {weaknesses and all} so that others will see Him.  Only Him.

I will tell you a story.
    I will tell you about things from the past that are hard to understand.
We have heard the story, and we know it well.
    Our fathers told it to us.
And we will not forget it.
    Our people will be telling this story to the last generation.
We will all praise the Lord
    and tell about the amazing things he did.
Psalm 78:2-4

What's your story?  I'd love for you to share with me...

1 comment:

  1. i love this story...of us...God reconnecting us for a purpose. i have a feeling we are just getting started : ) you're my iron you girl!