I love stories

Don't you?

Who doesn't?

I cry.  I cheer.  Sometimes I shout.

I love stories.  I get right in there and become part of the group.  I make friends with the characters.  I love and support and cheer.  I judge and reject and resist.  These are people in a story.

I was the first TV generation.  Story after story after story, from waking to sleeping.  The people in the TV stories were always nicer than the people in life.  I chose my television families.  I resisted learning how to relate in this world.

I love stories.  I come home and crawl into a story.  And I stay there until I have leave.

I think that others love stories too.  I know they have them to tell.  But that requires listening.  Can I love stories enough to allow them to tell them, and can I love them enough to listen.  My base reward is that I get their story.  Father, help me love this way.

And rest in heavy glory tonight on my son.  I long to tell that story.