Tell Me Your Story

Hey, Good Morning; it’s Tyler Head.

I am glad you are here this morning.

Last week I shared how using a paintbrush reminds us of The Gift of What Is.

This week I want to draw attention to the simple gift of sharing our stories in friendship.

So breathe deep, sip, sit back, or sink in. May these words encourage you and remind you of the gift of being with and being be’d with.

Come, my dear friend, and sit with me;

tell me your story.

I long to hear

what brings you joy,

what troubles your heart,

what binds your mind.

For you, my dear friend, I am deeply interested in.

May I sit with you?

Share with me?

From where have you come?

Where are you now?

Where are you headed?

Tell me dear friend.

I long to know you deeply.

For it is you in whom I am interested.

The rest will come,

Sit with me, dear friend,

Come and share your story.

I am curious about who or what comes to mind as you read this.

For me, it’s a lot of thoughts: no way, not me. Or, I am unsure if I have the time to sit and be with, let alone be be’d with. What do you mean by sharing my story? Where would I start? What pieces do I leave out or leave in? What details do I doll up or dumb down? Do you really have that kind of time?

That’s the question for me when I read this; Do you have that kind of time?

What about you? If someone were to say, “Come, my dear friend, sit with me and tell me your story?”

Where does your mind go? Or to what part do you begin to focus?

Talk again soon!

Thanks for being you.

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