WEEKLY NEWSLETTER FOR
June 14, 2021
TELL ME A STORY…
When I was very young, I often crawled up onto my father’s lap to ask him to tell me a story. If he wasn’t listening to the news on the radio, he’d usually agree. I preferred hearing one of his “made-up” stories, rather than familiar fairy tales.
Right off, he’d ask me what I’d been doing that week. I’d sometimes complain about some minor disagreement with one of my brothers or tell about a strange sea creature or pretty seashell I’d found on the beach, my favorite playground. I didn’t catch on until I was older that he’d make up a story based on what I related to him. Then he’d begin, “Once upon a time, Oswald--daddy’s favorite character, a brown mischievous bear who lived in the forest—sometimes in the city--went out for a walk looking for an adventure…”
After his story, I’d climb down off his lap and find my own Teddy bear and retell the story. Most stories ended “happily ever after”, but sometimes they were about how to think before I did or said something so that I’d avoid getting scolded or lose out on a trip to the store for an ice cream Dixie Cup.
We don’t always realize that we still listen to made-up stories all the time even when we’re long past fairy tales. Unfortunately, many of these are so familiar we accept them as real. Like believing the teacher who said something that sounded like he never expected us to do well in school, or an older sibling’s way of teasing that still make us feel like a loser, or a parent who made remarks like “Don’t act so foolish,” or worse.
Such comments and the resultant feelings often become the theme of the stories we continue to tell ourselves. The more we get in touch with them we’ll discover they’re crutches that stand in the way of reaching a goal we once set for ourselves.
If things haven’t worked out for you, it might be a good time to ask yourself, “What stories do I need to let go of so I can walk freely?” It’s not always easy to recognize or own up to such fables. Many times, they pose as justified excuses.
Our “earthly” father may not always recognize our wants or needs, but I believe it’s the pleasure of our “heavenly” Spirit of Life to give and share with us from Its bounty of trust and love. It’s listening for our call.