I find myself repeating stories at times. Catching myself in mid sentence--knowing my audience has heard this before. Some tales are worthy of a repeat--but no tale is entertaining enough for a tri-peat. Why would I repeat a story? Well even with my rural twang, I like the sound of my own voice. I want to share my adventures, catastrophes, and stumbling blunders as I travel through life. Some are so funny--I laugh every time I tell the story--even though I am the butt of the joke. I don't mind you laughing at me---as long as you laugh with love.
Why do we begin to repeat stories? Probably because we stop experiencing life. When we get to the point we can no longer live life to the fullest, due to physical limitations, we begin to run out of new material. Even sadder, when we fill our life with the day to day--or stare at the television--or in my case with my nose in a book---we are substituting existing for living.
So---I am purposefully looking for my next adventure. Talking to the little children in my path. Looking for the joy. Always seeking a buddy to play with. Asking God to open my eyes and ears to what He has planned for each day. And then--
I will have a life filled with new experiences---and plenty of stories to tell.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.