For some, the story spills out all the time for any listening ear. For others, the story comes out in small pieces, but only into the quiet.
Father, button my lips so that I am able to hear the stories of my sisters and brothers. Let my presence be a quiet sanctuary for the words of the silent and suffering.
Five Minute Friday - Today's word was Story. I didn't use all five minutes today. I think I said all the Lord wanted me to say in five little sentences.