Those who know me well, know that my doorway to preaching was storytelling. It was my first love. When I was twelve, a mini-me seventh grader in my 7-12 school, I went to observe my first speech competition. The storytelling category hooked me almost immediately. I admired the way older kids (such mature adult-seeming high schoolers) could—using different tones of voice, facial expressions, and focal points—completely transport their listeners into the world of an embodied Grimm’s fairy tale in just a few minutes. I wanted to do that, too.
The many years of listening to you masterfully tell stories helps me hear your voice spring right off the page in every post you put forth. Such a gift, friend. Thank you for continuing to tell stories that are woven with that perfect balance of self-awareness, humor, humility, and reality.
The many years of listening to you masterfully tell stories helps me hear your voice spring right off the page in every post you put forth. Such a gift, friend. Thank you for continuing to tell stories that are woven with that perfect balance of self-awareness, humor, humility, and reality.
And once again, your next chapter of life shows itself in a delightful and authentic way. Love everything about this!
Love love love this so much, Lindsey! And next time we have the opportunity, please teach me how to skip stones!