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“Dad”! – “I don’t like it when you write about me”! Our youngest announced to me in a sincere voice. I responded, “You don’t”! – “I thought you liked it”? trying to hide my shock and disappointment.

A few months later the oldest said something to the effect, “Shouldn’t you ask us before you write about us”? I felt like the captain in Mutiny On The Bounty!

Since that time, I’ve been a little more careful when I write about the kids. The post a few weeks back about the youngest’s barfing at a cross country meet was with her permission.

I’ve been a private person my entire life, I understand the apprehension about them sharing parts of their personal lives with complete strangers, and even sometimes friends. I’ve made a choice to share parts of mine for what I believe I’m supposed to.

Our children’s lives, while somewhat dependent on us, vary due to their ages, but they’re all old enough to grasp this scenario and have a right to their privacy.

There is an opportunity for a story in the lives of children every day regardless of age. When do the days run out of stories in our lives? Do we rush our way through life to get to the place that our lives aren’t worthy to share with others?

I consider my life story currently…I’ve had tons of incidents in my life worthy of telling a story. Some of them could be used as examples of hope in the lives of some average people.

A good portion of those stories would be used in a “how to” series. Not the standard “how to,” but more precisely  the “how not to” series. What can we say for our stories in our lives today? Is it an inspirational story or would it be found in the “How Not To” section of the bookstore?

We begin to use our free will as children to paint or write the stories of our lives. With each decision, we paint and write the story line. With wrong decisions or choices, we begin to paint and write darker stories.

With the right amount of wrong choices and the ultimate choice of not acknowledging God,  we have the perfect sad life story, lost and dying without hope.

Our society has grown so obsessed with a colorful story, many of us seek the wrong paths for our lives, inviting trouble. It looks like there is a moth to the flame mentality. Let’s face it, risk is exciting to watch, hear, and read about.

Often in the stories of our lives we don’t count the cost associated with that mentality of flirting with disaster. If we are flirting, we’ve already made the wrong choice and the wounds we’ll find just up ahead, waiting for us right around the corner.

Once we get to a place we’re content with, our place or lot in life, our life’s story becomes something so boring we couldn’t pay someone to read. These stagnant life stories read more like the character of Eeyore from Winnie The Pooh.

We let the reality of life taint our perspective, we begin to expect bad or negative things to happen to us in our lives. To be honest, I never liked that donkey’s attitude even as a kid. No one wants to read about the person who lived their life with the “glass half empty” mentality.

When we give with the proper heart we will be blessed, either spiritually or physically, sometimes both.

“Are you gonna write about this in your blog Dad”? she asked. “As long as I have your permission,” I answered…

She’s beginning to understand her life can tell a story…

Which begins to help make my own story a little more worth sharing…