What does that bring to mind? For a history major former homeschooling mom, the first line of an American poem.
“Listen my children and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.”
What and attention grabber! Add some great voice inflection of anticipation and I am hooked!
I wish I was a better storyteller. There are some great ones in my family…my great uncle, Steamboat. I have no idea why. My Uncle Son. Just so you know my mom was called “Sister” by many family members even after her death. Not only were they from the rural parts of Arkansas, they had kind of strange names. I have no idea why. But others had odd biblical names too. My brother has the gift of entertaining gab too. It missed me.
I am practicing so I can tell the greatest story even without too much academia or sputtering or stumbling.
Listen my friend and I will tell you of …
Listen Linda, I want you to hear my whispers to your heart.
Listen my daughter, I love you. I have great things for you, even at this late decade of your life.
Listen my dear for my peace.
Listen to my truths.
Gosh with sweet somethings like that why would I ever listen to soul withering lies?
I do not know but I do.
A skill I am lacking. I often, way to often don’t listen well to my girls; to my sons, to my husband. I miss details. I often miss the meaning and worst of all
I miss their hearts.
Listen, sh, just listen…quiet now. Are you listening because I have heard you and now listen. Sh, don’t fret or worry.
are you? am I?
Listen, listen to Me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest of fare.
I am linking to The Lettered Cottage “Word of the Year”.