Someone Should Write a Story About Color

Here are some random, fun pics I took of my apartment last night (for you, Josh). Um...notice I don't actually show much of the apartment! That is because it isn't especially clean : ( But I've been having fun lately...just decorating and painting and stuff. I'm really thanking God for how He has blessed me: from my old, sometimes black & white Tv, to my auction-bought kitchen-aide, to the milk in my fridge! (Actually, I had to say milk, because I'm out of everything else. Time to go to the store!) Anyway...

Everything has a story! That is what I love about life. I love stories. Whether it is the story of my relationship with Christ or the story of my 10 cent hammer that turns into a screw-driver, or the story of the little orphan boy and his flying tree. Just as I look everywhere and see "paintings," I also see stories. I think it is so awesome that God loves stories, too (at least I make that assumption based on His large collection of narratives in the Bible). This is the reason why I like old things. Each jar, tool, book, and chair has a story...whether it is the story of its history, or just the story of how I found it! This is also why I love childrens' books. I love letting my imagination go wild and...maybe be a little bit silly to make a story that nobody else can make. I love that history is one long story full of a million little stories. I love that I was saved by Jesus in order to be part of His great "love story" and that I now have my own love story to be a miniature reflection of Christ's. I guess I am just mulling over these thoughts because I've been sharing lots of my little stories with Luke; each one makes me a more complete person (or in literary terminology: a more "developed character").