Abbi's B-day and a lunch.

Well my middle girl is growing up. Today she officially turns four. Next year she will be in pre-k. Man that is a thought. I know she will enjoy her gifts and I know that we will enjoy seeing her get them. She adds alittle more drama to her gift getting.

Today we went to a pastor luncheon. There were all sorts of pastors there. I feel kind of out of place. Simply because I was the youngest (UNDER 40) there. But the speaker was good. He talked about how we have so much to share with the world. He compared how Jesus told parables and stories to get his point across. We have so much to tell and so little time to tell it. Instead we sit and let the television tell the stories while we occupy our time with something else. I remember so many stories from my grand parents and hope some day to share them with my children and grand children.

One like this one:

My grandfather was in WWII. He was in the motor pool part. He told me of a incident in which he was injured. My papa's job was to fix and repair broken vehicles. But there was another who's job was to make sure they were cleaned up before my papa fixed them. Well needless to say the guy before him forgot to take the flares out of the jeep. When my papa hit them with his cutting torch they ignited. He was burned and I remember him telling me it burned is mustache too. Which is wierd to think papa had a mustache. But that was just one of many stories. And only from one grandparent. If I fail to tell the stories of my family who will tell my children? This is how the memory of other lives on.

So applying all this to life. We have a job to tell THE story of Jesus. If we don't tell those near and dear to us who will. I for sure know that the world won't.