The Power of Story

I’m going to tell you a story…

And if I left it at that, you’d all probably be mad at me because I totally piqued your excitement and then left you hanging, but I won’t do that so here goes:

One day I was sitting in a coffee shop trying to write about the power of stories.  This is a true story by the way…and I heard a slight kerfuffle behind me.  One of my dearest friends had walked in, and was standing behind me leaning down to give me a hug, and as she did, she whispers in my ear “Did you see Joe Jonas?”  I giggled and assumed she meant the doppelgånger who happened to be sitting at the table behind where she’d placed her stuff.  As I walked over to her table, something caught the corner of my eye, it was in fact Joe Jonas sitting at the table behind me enjoying a cup of, well joe, of course.  

Within minutes, there were whispers and watchers coming from nearly all the women, and the staff behind the counter confirming with their knowing looks that it was in fact Mr. Jonas seated at the table.  

I don’t know about you but I’m a people watcher, so the highlight for me really was watching everyone’s expressions as they realized who was sitting in the cafe.  

Anyway, as I sat there trying to write about story, listening to the murmurs of disbelief as the other members of DNCE joined Mr. Jonas, I was racking my brain for a good story, at least a solid intro to storytelling and its impact on our culture and relationships.  I mean, I couldn’t think of anything.  I kept trying to focus and pray and was asking God, “Hey, you gave me this scripture and this realization, help me convey what you’ve revealed to me.”  Right?  Normal prayer, like God, you’re showing me something, so help me to get it out into words so I can share it.  But nothing, I couldn’t think of anything – I kept writing, and re-writing, deleting, and thinking of all the funny yet mildly cliche quips I could have opened with.  

Then of course, it hit me. I had to pee, and by this point, there were several people filling the cafe, and where I was seated kind of made it a bit awkward to get up and walk to the restroom because #JoeJonas.  So what’s a girl to do?  I sit…and wait, until i can wait no more, and get up to head to the restroom, so I did, and so did someone else.  I’ll let you imagine who, and then I will just go ahead and tell you, it was him, that Joe.  He stopped, so kindly, right in front of the restroom with his band mates to take a photo with the baristas.  How sweet is that?  But also, guys, I had to pee.  Without shame, I declare, “I need to pee, so, um…excuse me.”  And proceed to the restroom door.  Yes, ladies and gentleman, I told Joe Jonas to get out of my way so I could pee, and absolutely nothing else – no encouragement (my normal route), no compliments, not even an awkward yet genuine hello.  Afterwards, I headed back to my seat, attempted, and failed miserably to keep plugging away at the story.  Frustrated, I could not think of anything to say that really captured my voice and felt ‘authentic’.  And then it hit me…I was living the story, and it was good, funny even, and slightly embarrassing, but truly, it was good.  

See you won’t forget about the power of story (hopefully) in this case because I just utterly humiliated myself in front of a high profile celebrity, and was oblivious to the value of the story as I was living it out, but how often is that exactly what we do with what God is trying to show us?  We can get so caught up in our everyday, that we miss the amazing story He’s placing right in front of us.  And then to make matters worse, we feel like we have to make some complicated version of the hypothetical to explain what happened.  Jesus didn’t do that.  He taught with stories, parables, almost every time he was in public, He taught with parable.  It was only to his disciples, his innermost community that he fully explained things to.  Our day to day living is filling the pages of your very own unique story.  

See, God is writing your story, it’s beautiful, funny, embarrassing and there are probably parts you’d like to leave out but you can’t.  Because without those parts that feel uncomfortable, you lose the reality and uniqueness of you.  And if we aren’t paying attention, we miss the story that’s unfolding right in front of our face.  Don’t miss the story.  Don’t miss the beauty that is right there, and even more importantly maybe the very story that is unfolding for you is a tool for your future.  A tool to tell others, in a very real way, about our great God and what He is doing in your life.

Moral of the story:  Even flagrantly telling Joe Jonas you have to pee, can be used to share God’s glory.  Don’t miss these golden opportunities.  (And yup, I just said golden.)  


Mark 4:24-25(NLT):  Then he added, “ Pay close attention to what you hear.  The closer you listen, the more understanding you will be given- and you will receive even more.  To those who listen to my teaching, more understanding will be given.  But for those who are not listening, even what little understanding they have will be taken away from them.  


Mark 4:33-34(NLT):  Jesus used many similar stories and illustrations to reach the people as much as they could understand.  In fact, in his public ministry he never taught without using parables, but afterward, when he was alone with his disciples, he explained everything to them.  


3 thoughts on “The Power of Story

  1. LOL what a funny, yet powerful story! I can totally relate. A lot of times I get so caught up in the little details that I forget the bigger picture. Stressing myself out trying to make everything just so..and I miss the story that God is trying to write with me. This post is so encouraging. Thank you!

    1. Thank you Christina! Ugh, I am so guilty of this, but learning to slow down and open my eyes to what He’s doing. Praying for you sister to not miss what He has for you either! Thank you for sharing.

  2. Hilarious! But a valuable lesson, to him (don’t block the path to the bathroom) and for your readers to slow down, observe, and remember to also live in the moment you are in.

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