But I have another illustration about how stories save us. This week has been a very difficult one for me and my kids. Everyone is still adjusting to the new school year. Afternoons in our home have been filled with tantrums, whining and general unhappiness. We've had several occasions where a child (who shall not be named) has gone up to her brother and screamed in his face, causing him to scream and begin hitting his head (very unpleasant). I have been battling a headache that could not be vanquished by neither copious amounts of ibuprophen nor desperate prayer. I needed help.
In the midst of this grumpy week, I experienced a small but welcome miracle. We had recently checked out a "book on cd" from the library of Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder. It's one of the beloved "Little House on the Prairie" books from my childhood and I was eager to share it with my girls. I put it on and they were instantly calmed and mesmerized as the narrator told stories about farming, and family meals and animals and one room school houses. My girls were able to let go of their complaints of each other as they laughed together about the antics of Almanzo, the main character, and his siblings. I put some watercolor paints in front of them and they quietly painted pictures on recycled paper as they listened to the stories for almost two straight hours! It was so tranquil and quiet under the stable leadership of the cd narrator that Josh even ventured out of the refuge of his room to ask for a snack.
As parents (and as friends, as teachers, as ministers, and so many other things), it would do us well to remember the gift of story. We ought to find ways to connect by sharing our stories. We should work on the art of telling a good story. We need to recognize how we are helped by the right kind of story and seek out quality stories to help us where are in our lives. How might you be blessed by the power of a good story today?