The Story

Turning to the right out of my childhood drive, pedaling as fast as my little legs would allow on my one-speed, banana-seat bike, just down the road to the crossroad where I would slightly weave as I turn my head to make sure no cars were behind me. Left turn, pedal faster to get up the steep hill leading to to bumpy train tracks, at times needing to get off of the bike to get over the stones and tracks. I’d often lift my feet off of the pedals as I would coast downhill seeing my grandparents two-story, red brick home, silo, white barn, apple orchard, huge garden and yard.

Walking in like I owned the place, I’d often find my grandma in the kitchen. We, grandkids, knew to check the oven for sweet goodies. My grandpa either in his office, outside or off working at his trade of carpenter. My family would spend much time visiting my grandparents. It was a second home.

My grandpa was a chorister at church, blowing the pitch pipe and leading the congregation in song. Sitting at his kitchen table, he was the first to teach me about music using the hymnal to point out timing of songs. That is where I learned of one of his favorite songs. The song playing in my just-woke-up mind this morning.

I Love To Tell The Story, which because of grandpa’s love became one of my favorite hymns. As it played on in my mind, I began to wonder, Do I?

I love to tell the storyDo…  I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,
Because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else can do.
I love to tell the story,
’Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
of Jesus and His love.  …???

Do I love to tell others? Or do I cower in this current society of twisted words? Do I love to tell the story or make an excuse of someone else can say it better than I?

But, God used the uneducated. He used the least likely. He used everyone to spread His Glory.

Welcome to my Tuesday-5 a.m.-mind. My mind and I have so much fun together.

Amen, I know You can use anyone in any situation for Your Glory. Help me, dear Jesus, to be obedient to speaking or living Your Words to soothe another soul for You.



4 thoughts on “The Story

  1. Such a wonderful memory you have of time spent with your Grandparents. It brought back to my memory times spent with mine. They lived next door, and my Grandma love to play the hymns on the piano. The family would gather around and we’d sing and sing. Thank you for the reminder that we need to be bold with sharing The Story of Jesus and His love!

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