Story.
What imagery that word brings to mind.
I
think of all the books my husband has read to me; The Count of Monte
Cristo, A Christmas Carol, The Narnia series, The Wheel of Time series,
and so many more. I think of his voice, strong and confident as he reads
across the page, never stumbling, never missing any emotions in the
words.
I think of the books I've read through the
years; everything from the current "it" book to the local author from my
hometown. I've cried so many tears for those fictional characters. I
laugh with them, hope with them, cheer for them.
That's what a great story can do. It becomes so real that you forget it's not.
I
think of all the stories I have half finished and just waiting in
notebooks all over my house. There are characters in mid sentance that I
have left alone for years. Their stories are not yet completed. I think
about them often, and yet there they sit. Neglected. Alone.
I
am so glad that the Author of my story takes more care with my life. I
can't wait to see how it ends, but more than that, I'm so glad He's not
done writing.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday.
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