Why do I write?

Is there any sensible reason for writing my stories? 

Is there any reason why you should share your stories?
The more I search for meaning, the more I understand what others have said.


Why do I write Life Stories?

“Story informs story. 
The future is meant to be written in light of the patterns of the past. 
We can’t predict the future, but we can read the patterns of the past to see how God has marked us for His purposes. 
He uses the past to open up our future. As we learn to read patterns, we gain an understanding of our calling.” 
Dan Allender
To Be Told: Know Your Story, Shape Your Future

“Life stories make up the thread that connects the human family. It may well be that we can leave no greater legacy than the story of our life.” Robert Atkinson
The Gift of Stories




“In every story, in every life, there are moments of death that take away our name and rename us as strangers, orphans or widows. 

At the moment of being unnamed, we are thrown into our story. 

We lose the name Friend and are given the name Reject.” 


WE ARE CALLED TO TELL OUR STORY
There is the necessity and blessing of telling our story to others. To the degree we know God and then join him in writing our story, we are honored to join others in the calling of storytelling. God, of course, is the Master Storyteller. His self-revelation is captured in a sweeping narrative and then given to us in the Book that grips our heart and captures our soul. God also creates a story with each person’s life – a story that we are meant to tell. And since we are called to tell our story, we are also called to listen to the stories of others. And since we are to tell and listen, then even more so we are called to encourage others to know and tell and listen to God’s story as well as their own.

God is calling us to fully explore, fully enjoy, and to fully capture the power of the Great Story. One way we do this is by listening to our lesser stories and then telling them to others.

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