Can You Tell a Good Story?
—Grace & Truth Linkup

It’s Friday night and I’m sitting on the floor in our bathroom, towel at the ready. I’ve run the warm bathwater for my 3-year-old granddaughter.

We’ve been playing hard all day at Granna’s house. She needs a bath. I’ve already put clean sheets on her little bed.

But she’s balking. She doesn’t want to take a bath.

Now what do I do?

I pull out the bag of mermaids.

When my husband Jeff wants to quiet the grandkids after a long day, he sits with them on the living room floor. He pulls out the plastic quart baggie with a dozen or so plastic mermaids. We’ve had them since our own daughters were girls.

And he tells stories.

He’s good at it. He makes them up on the fly. Stories about the mermaids eating on the island; mermaids racing to Spot (the dog); mermaids resting on the rocks.

But me? I’ve never been good at making up stories. I’ve tried a time or two. The last time I had our granddaughter in the car and she was crying about her car seat, I started in on a story. . . Once upon a time there was a girl in the car. . . . 

It went nowhere.

Maybe my timing was off.

The mermaid stories work for Jeff, but I don’t expect them to work for me.

But this night in the bathroom, I take one mermaid out of the bag and SPLASH her into the tub.

And I begin a tale.

Before long, all the mermaids are living their dream story in our bathtub. And so is my granddaughter.

This time I’d hit storytelling gold. Thank you, plastic mermaids.

Everybody got clean that night.

A New Book About Storytelling

So now I’m inspired to try telling more stories.

But since I lack natural abilities to make up stories, I grabbed a review copy of this book as soon as I saw it: How to Tell Stories to Children by Silke Rose West and Joseph Sarosy.

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My answer to most any problem is first to read a book about it, yes?

I have now finished this book and while I still don’t think creating spontaneous stories will become my specialty (I’d much rather pull out a storybook and read together!), I feel a little more prepared now.

Here are a few things I learned, in case you need to better your own storytelling skills, too, whether for your kids, grandkids, or friends.

“Everyone is a good storyteller, and no expert can replace the intimacy of a story crafted from within a child’s own environment by an attentive and loving parent or caregiver. Why? Because storytelling is about the relationship, not the narrative.”

“The first step is to find a common object from within your child’s environment. This might be a toy, but it could also be a place you visited, or a butterfly….Whatever it is, make sure it’s something that caught your attention too. You are an important part of the story, and we don’t want to lose you.”

The key to simple, effortless storytelling is to remain present and let the story flow. In other words, we’re not looking for a script, a beginning or an end.”

“The goal is not a perfect story. The goal is connection. Being a good storyteller, therefore, is mostly about showing up and paying attention.”

The authors give lots of practical tips and share lots of examples of their own stories. It’s a fun book that will inspire you to tell more stories, too, with or without mermaids. 

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Because of my feeling incompetent at telling stories, I love what Jennifer shares in this week’s featured post about three things we need, one of them being: a feeling of competence. Ta-daaaah!

Jennifer reminds us through the story of Jesus with the woman at the well that God meets our need for (1) worthiness, (2) belonging, AND (3) competence.

Read all of Jennifer’s inspiring words here, then add your own link below.

THREE OF OUR GREATEST NEEDS
by Jennifer Smith

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Are you good at making up stories? What’s your secret? Do tell! Share in the comments.

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Harcourt for the review copy of this book


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When Tragedy Feels Personal – 8 Children from Girls Home Die in Alabama Accident
+ Frame the Moment to Last

I didn’t hear the news until Sunday morning. My daughter Jenna sent me a text about the wreck.

On Saturday, June 19, 2021, around 2:30 p.m., a vanload of young girls, their ranch director Candice Gulley, Candice’s two children and two nephews are returning home.

Only two hours to go.

Their special beach vacation to Gulf Shores is over, but their summer is just beginning.

Tropical Storm Claudette is dumping torrential rain onto Interstate 65 as they travel. When they are about 35 miles south of Montgomery, vehicles begin to hydroplane. 

In a moment’s time, seventeen vehicles collide.

One of these vehicles is the van with the young girls from the Tallapoosa County Girls Ranch.

And in another moment, the van catches fire, as would six of the other vehicles that afternoon.

A bystander quickly pulls the driver, Candice, out of the van, but the fire spreads too quickly to save the others.

Eight children die in the van that day.

In a separate vehicle, 29-year-old Cody Fox and his 9-month-old daughter also die.

It’s too shocking to fathom.

Read more here.

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I was at the ranch myself six years ago. I remember exuberant life among the girls who lived there. The extraordinary caring of the staff who lived with them.

It’s made this tragedy even more horrific to me.

So I’m reposting below this article I wrote in 2015 after my visit to the Girls Ranch.

It was a good day I’ll never forget. . .

. . .in contrast to June 19, 2021, a horrible, horrible day that many will never forget.

May those who remember be surrounded with love from others for years to come.

We’re also asked to remember their ranch family. And for ranch director Candice Gulley who remains in serious but stable condition in the hospital after losing her own 4-year-old and 16-year-old children in the accident.

If you’d like to contribute toward funeral expenses, medical costs for the injured, and counseling for those affected, here’s the GoFundMe link for the Tallapoosa County Girls Ranch.

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FRAME THE MOMENT TO LAST

[originally posted May 11, 2015]

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Fourteen young ladies come out of the two houses.

They live there temporarily, when they’re not living with a relative or in a foster home or as a runaway. In these houses they are fed, clothed, cared for.

And on one special day in November, they are about to be framed.

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It is Jenna’s idea. These girls aren’t a project to her or a ministry opportunity.

They are real people; they are young friends.  

So on this Tuesday a professional makeup artist shows up at the ranch to give free makeovers. A stylist to give new hairdos. And a photographer to make it permanent.

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As the mother of the photographer, I get invited to tag along with Jenna and take pictures, too. I knew she’d developed her own friendships with the girls, including one in particular, and I am excited to meet them all myself.

Like most teenage girls, they giggle through the make-up and hair sessions. They gawk at the changes in each other. They haggle over who will wear what, and the stash of extra clothes brought in gets divvied up.

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Then it is time for the pictures.

One by one—and then sometimes two by three or four—they strike a pose and flash their best smiles or serious looks for the camera.

Then in no time, the afternoon is over and we pack up our gear, hug goodbye, and drive away.

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But it’s not over.

Later that weekend, as Jenna begins editing, she calls me with excitement. The pictures are turning out great. The girls show up as gorgeous as they are.

Despite years of pain, of abuse, or of neglect, their beauty and hope still rise to the top. It looks different on each girl, but it’s definitely there on each of them.

The final step comes a few weeks later in the mailbox. I open the package of fresh photos—printed 5x7s of faith, that someone cares, and that someone is worth caring for.

Jenna matches each picture with a frame. Then carefully wraps and ribbons and later gifts these photos and more to the girls to be amazed at their own beauty.

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What will each girl do with her photos?

Some will probably go to love interests, some traded among each other, and some probably tucked away in the next packing box as they move along to the next home.

But I pray that the memory of that day in November travels with them wherever they go. That when they see their pictures, they remember that they are loved, that they are valuable, that their life is framed with purpose.

In a frame, things look more official. More real. More permanent. This is who I am; can you see me?

Life never stays static. But catch a fleeting moment at the right time, and it brings more than pleasure for the day; it carries stability and confidence into tomorrow.

Take the shot, freeze the moment, and capture a memory. A memory of a day getting made up, dressed up, and photographed. There may have been tears before (and bruises—I saw some) and tears after, but on that day, I saw smiles and heard laughter.

That was caught in the photo, in the frame, and hopefully in the heart.

A single day can last much longer if it’s framed properly.

In the daily lives of these teenage girls, already marked by impermanence and uncertainty, moments need to be captured forever.

On that day, we celebrated the moment. The girl. The life.

I hope they will remember. I know I will.

When we read of tragic car accidents or when children die, we all take it personally for various reasons. Share your thoughts in the comments.


One Word 2021 Linkup for June + FREE BOOK GIVEAWAY

Welcome to the June linkup for your One Word 2021!

Leave us a comment about your One Word.

When you add a link or leave a comment about your one word, you are automatically entered into the drawing to WIN THIS FREE BOOK: One Word That Will Change Your Life.

The randomly-chosen winner will be announced after the linkup closes on June 30.

UPDATE, JULY 1

The book winner is Denise Maryott! Hope you enjoy the book, Denise.

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3 Ways to Stay Encouraged About Your One Word 

Think back over your month. Where have you seen your One Word? How you been able to work with it? Play with it? Use it in a positive way?

In One Word That Will Change Your Life, Jon Gordon makes these suggestions.

1. SHARE YOUR WORD WITH YOUR INNER CIRCLE

“One Word also creates powerful relationships. When those closest to you know your One Word, you can count on them sharpening, challenging, and stretching you to new heights.” 

2. REMEMBER WHY

“Too often, we focus so much time on getting our One Word that we miss the real power—the why behind the word….The why is always more important than the what.”

3. KEEP THE FAITH

“You will probably experience your word as a journey of ups and downs. You don’t win or lose with One Word. Whatever you experience throughout the year, that’s what is meant for you.”

This linkup will remain open from June 21 – June 30.

The next One Word linkup will be July 21.

If you’d like to receive a monthly email for suggestions about your word, sign up here.

You can also join our One Word 2021 Facebook group here for more interaction. 

Share your thoughts in the comments.

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You Don’t Have to Understand Everything
—Grace & Truth Linkup

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Too often I think I have to understand everything before I can accept it. But life doesn’t always work that way. And neither does God.

Sometimes God explains; sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes we can understand; sometimes we can’t.

But either way, here is a truth to believe if we want peace:

“We must choose to trust Him in the middle of the pain if we want to experience His peace.”
– Jeanne Takenaka

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I really resonated with Jeanne’s post from our linkup last week. In case you missed it then, you can read it now. 

“One Truth That Offers Peace in Stressful Times”

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Share your thoughts in the comments.


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When History Literally Makes You Sick

“I was oblivious to what I didn’t even know. I was blind, but I didn’t know I was blind. And that’s the most dangerous blindness of all.”
– Daniel Hill, White Awake

A Phone Conversation and a Stomachache

My stomach is rumbling. Not in a good way.

Is it the donuts I ate for breakfast? My regular homemade biscuit and Golden Eagle syrup weren’t available on our trip. So when we left the hotel and the “Hot Now” sign was on at Krispy Kreme on route to the museum, we stopped to get ours.

But now, a few hours later, something is not settling right. I’m feeling worse and worse.

So I hang up the phone.

I’ve been “talking” with Anthony Ray Hinton in prison. He lived on death row for over 30 years for two murders he didn’t commit. 

Hinton looks me in the eye. He asks me questions like this:

  • What would you do if you were sentenced to almost 30 years on death row for a crime you didn’t commit?
  • How would you survive?
  • Who would you be?

I had read Hinton’s life story a few months earlier. (Read his incredible autobiography, The Sun Does Shine: How I Found Life and Freedom on Death Row.)

His book gutted me then. His questions here gut me now.

Our “conversation” today is in a prison visitation booth. I’m in Montgomery, Alabama, at The Legacy Museum: From Enslavement to Mass Incarceration. Hinton’s exhibit is one of the many personal stories I’ve been invited into today, seeing him on a screen, waiting for me to pick up the phone.

I know it’s only a recording, played for every visitor.

But it doesn’t matter. It’s still truth.

My stomach hurts worst.

Don’t Just Read About History

Earlier that morning, when we first entered the museum, I felt fine.

We’d anticipated this museum visit for months. Jeff and I are both big fans of Bryan Stevenson’s work at the Equal Justice Initiative.

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But the more we walk through the museum, reading the words of formerly enslaved people, staring at photos of lynchings, watching hologram reenactments of mothers searching for their stolen children, it weighs heavier and heavier on me.

I’ve seen movies about slavery, about the battles for Civil Rights, about the ongoing quest for social justice today. I’ve read lots of books too. They’re hard to take.

But here at this museum, I don’t just see and read.

I am feeling history.

And it doesn’t feel good.

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But *I* Didn’t Do It!

Perhaps this is why some people are opposed to critical race theory. And to the 1619 Project. It hurts to learn about the terrible atrocities that humans inflicted on other humans in our country.

Perhaps pain avoidance is also one reason many white people say:

It wasn’t me that had slaves! I never participated in a lynching! I never insisted on separate water fountains!

So why do we have to talk about it so much?

Because we’re still living in it.

Racism may have changed forms, but it still exists. 

Just ask African-Americans. Ask other minorities. Ask anyone that looks or talks differently than white-skinned Americans.

They’re the ones with eyes to see it, ears to hear it, skin to feel it.

True, this generation of white people didn’t start racism, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t benefited from it, consciously or otherwise.

And just because we didn’t start it doesn’t relieve us of our responsibility to help end it.

I admit I don’t understand critical race theory. It’s complicated. (Read more about critical race theory here from Education Week.) But CRT has been around since the 1970s. It’s not new. Only the attention to it is new.

And the uncertainty of it.

But there’s value in uncertainty, if we wield it wisely.

Uncertainty can prompt us to think more openly about an issue, not close our minds tighter. To look into it, not away from it.

When Uncertainty Is Good

I want to use uncertainty to my advantage. I want uncertainty to propel me to dig deeper for the truth.

Question a little more. Change a little more. Take one step closer to understanding the narrative of racial difference.

The opposite of uncertainty is thinking I know all the answers already. That kind of certainty hinders me from finding better answers.

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As I continued walking through the museum in Montgomery that spring morning, I ask a security guard: Where’s the closest bathroom? 

I walk into a bathroom stall. I close the door. I bend over the toilet.

And I throw up.

  • I throw up the indignities that Blacks endured from the hands of whites for hundreds of years.
  • I throw up the shame of complicity in the continuation of racism, even if unconsciously.
  • I throw up our arrogance of wanting to erase history instead of repenting of it and moving forward together.

Sometimes we have to throw up our white trauma before we can get better. Racism is a sickness. It hurts everyone.

The ones who started it are dead.

But the ones who can stop it are very much alive.

I don’t want to be afraid of history. Even when it’s heavy. Even when it’s ugly. 

Even when it makes me sick.


Who are the voices you respect on this topic? Two voices I listen to frequently are Jemar Tisby and Bryan Stevenson.

Please share your thoughts in the comments.

Click here for a list of books I recommend.

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Can Women Pray with Men?
+ Book Review, "The Making of Biblical Womanhood"

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Should I Stay or Should I Go?

The countdown has begun.

In twenty minutes my doorbell will ring. Then it will be too late. I grab my husband and ask if we can pray together. Now.

In a moment of holy irony, I pray with a man—right before the visitor at the door will ask me not to.

I struggled as a woman in a very conservative church for a long time. Should I stay and work for change? Or escape and enjoy freedom elsewhere?

For years I was determined to stay.

Before the newest crisis about to erupt at my door, my friend Kay and I had started a new Sunday class for teen girls. We focused on how Jesus touched the lives of women in the Bible. And how he continues to touch ours.

The day before our first class, Kay and I were pulled aside by a godly woman a few years our senior. She asked to see our classroom. Then holding us both by the hand, she bowed her head and prayed for us there. We felt the power God gives through prayer.

The following day, early Sunday morning, a peer entered our room, again to pray, asking Jesus to transform us, including the teen girls, into his image.

It suited our goals for the class: To raise up a new generation of women who will not stay silent, who are not afraid to pray out loud, like I was afraid to for much of my life.

Talking things over with each other and with God matures us in many ways.

Men and Women Praying Together?

But what about women praying with men?

Community calls for a blending of all who are made in God’s image. At my physical family gatherings, both males and females talked to my dad together.

At our spiritual family gatherings, can’t both sons and daughters there also talk to our Father together?

In our Sunday night small group, we prayed in mixed company for years. It grew us closer to God. Closer to each other.

But no longer?

The visitor at my door, now on my couch, is confirming the decision: No. Not for now.

The leaders are asking all women—both young and old, in large or small church gatherings—to refrain from verbalizing our prayers in front of a man until they complete yet another long study of women’s roles in the church.

A brother had come to the leaders a few weeks earlier, complaining his conscience was offended by hearing women talk to God in his presence. He believed a woman should not verbalize a prayer if a man is in the room.

I was one of those women who had prayed in front of this man in group settings. I had no idea it bothered him.

So now what?

What happens if it’s a problem to him if we do, but a problem to us if we don’t?

Follow God’s Spirit

How do we create spiritual breathing room for us both to follow our consciences? To find grace in the tension? To maintain unity in honoring God?

It took the church leaders a very, very long time to conclude their study on women’s roles.

After awhile I gave up waiting on their answer to come. And I followed God’s Spirit leading me elsewhere instead.

I believed God would not put limitations on who I prayed with. He would rather I pray than run away from opportunities to talk to him with others.

Conversations in God’s presence aren’t biased concerning gender. He invites us all to talk.

Together.

I remain friends with the church leader who sat on my couch that night a few years ago. I understand he had a job to do, and he was trying his best to do it.

But I had a job to do, too. My responsibility was to grow deeper in my relationship with God. It wasn’t about girl-power versus boy-power, but about God-power.

God empowers us all with voice. All the men. And all the women.

Let’s keep praying together.

Beth Allison Barr on Biblical Womanhood

I just finished a most interesting book on how the church and culture have viewed women’s roles through the ages. I highly recommend Beth Allison Barr’s new book, The Making of Biblical Womanhood: How the Subjugation of Women Became Gospel Truth.

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Dr. Barr, a history professor at Baylor University, writes from both a historical perspective and a Christian perspective. She tells us that,

“Christians are, historically speaking, pretty late to the patriarchy game. We may claim that the gendered patterns of our lives are different from those assumed in mainstream culture, but history tells a different tale.”

She says that Christian patriarchy has long mimicked the patriarchy of the non-Christian world.

And she asks that if Christians are called to be different from the world, shouldn’t we treat women differently, too? This is the world’s way:

“From the ancient world through the modern world, history told a continuous story of patriarchy—of women suppressed, oppressed, devalued, and silenced.”

But in Christ there is no longer Jew or Greek, slave or free, male or female, but all are one in Christ Jesus (Galatians 3:28).

“This is what is radical. This is what makes Christianity so different from the rest of human history.”

As I reflect back on my own past in the church, I look ahead to a brighter future. Barr suggests we all should.

“Historically, one of the greatest problems for women is that we do not remember our past and we do not work together to change our future. We do not stand together. But what if we did?”

What if we all did?

Share your thoughts in the comments.

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My thanks to NetGalley, Baker Academic
& Brazos Press for the review copy of this book