still, stories happen
Posted on 25 January 2010
This site’s subtitle should perhaps read differently. Maybe “an old wife writer who thinks about belief.”
But I do still prefer “capturing a story’s glimmer,” because it’s a goal of sorts. In the practice of this life and craft I am motivated by seeking to let the stories near me shine. There are some beauties.
I have been built, it seems, to appreciate (at least to want to appreciate) hints of glory in stuff that’s going on. I see this life, everyone’s life, as part of the story God is writing. Despite the tragic, horrific parts, I am trusting it’s a good tale, because I trust the author. We won’t know for certain till the final chapter, will we?
But meanwhile I’d like to point out the marvelous passages I find. They clue me in to what might be coming. Like the song of waters off the mountains, they reassure me there is goodness in store.
2 responses to still, stories happen
Sounds like Jack had as good an effect on you as he did on me last night. It was nice ‘almost’ sitting with you. LOL
Wonderful morning! Marvelous grace. Excitement and glory all around – for those with eyes to see.
Yeah, Cherie, we needed to sit under the light fixture to read (both failing to remember reading glasses these days). Ah, the joys of aging. But it was good to see you, too.