Stories

Something I have realized from being home away from my friends

is that I love listening to people's stories.

I have always known that I love to listen,

but never have I realized that I long to know what is going on in someone's life.

The other day my brother, David, had a Quest reunion.

For two weeks he went to Washington with a group from the church he goes to.

It is a time for them to get away from the busyness of life and really listen to what God has for them.

During the reunion, the leader, Jim Bailey, spoke Truth into each individual that went.

I teared up at least 5 times. I wanted to bawl, but I didn't. 

I loved hearing about what God had taught them and what He is continually doing in their lives.

I wanted to cry, mostly because of how redeeming God is, but also because I was reminded of the many times my best friends poured into my heart and how often we shared our stories with each other of what God was doing. 

Don't get me wrong, this still happens. Just not as much.

The thing is. I took spending 24/7 with my friends for granted.

I miss it. A lot.

I miss walking into our farm house and running obnoxiously upstairs to see my friends.

I miss laying in their beds (sometimes farting in them. hehe) and cuddling.

I miss having the opportunity to talk about life ALL the TIME!!

I guess what I am trying to say is that I love stories.

I love hearing what God is doing in anyone's life.

I need to be more intentional.