Inspired by . . . something old

Inspired by . . . something old

I like old things. I'm, sort of, drawn to them in a way, I guess.

Barns, furniture, houses, people.

There is a history, sometimes even a mystery, to them.

 

SOOC

 

We found this charming cabin in Mars Hill, North Carolina. It had been moved from its original location, and now sits in the middle of a college campus. It has a story. A history. Looking in through the windows, it's fun to imagine what might have happened inside those four walls.

It's not just that I'm getting older. {heavy sigh} I've always been interested in the "story" behind the person, place, or thing. And I don't think that it's just my personality.

The story is what connects us. Knowing the story is what makes us real, rather than just another face in the crowd.

 

Textured with Kim's AutumnBurst

 

Our individual histories matter. They are made up of the people, places and things that help tell our story.

There are so many broken and displaced people today that don't have, or don't know, their story. They have no identity, no hope.

The value of human life is diminished when we begin to see only faces in a crowd, rather than individuals in community.

The history of our nation matters. It has shaped the moral and ethical boundaries of the last 200+ years.

Those boundaries are now being re-drawn.

 

Textured with Kim's backin

 

Perhaps you're pleased with where the lines are falling, or perhaps not. Here's the way I see it:

 

I can't change the world.

But I can make a difference in the history of a few {precious} lives.

I have to be willing to see the person behind the face.

And I have to be willing to care about the people God cares about.

 

Keep smiling at those people who don't smile back!

 

Blessings,

 

 

 

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