On our last vacation, we took a side trip on the way from my parents’ house (in South Carolina) to the cabin we rented in GA. We wanted our kids to see Toccoa Falls College, the place where Kim and I met.
I transferred there after my first year of college because I knew that I was supposed to be a youth pastor, and wanted to get some great training. Kim transferred there after her first 3 semesters (at Pitt-Johnstown) because she needed a better environment to build her faith in Jesus. We met in January, started dating in March, and knew by the end of April that we were MFEO (anybody remember Sleepless in Seattle?)
It was a great trip down memory lane. We took the kids to see the 186′ waterfall, told them the story of the Dam Break in Georgia that claimed 39 lives. We showed them our spot–a concrete picnic table outside the Christian Education building. Kim and I walked to that table almost every night after supper, and stayed til curfew. We rode down to the baseball field that I helped build, where Kim spent many hours watching me play the game I love. I dragged the kids through Forrest Hall, and told them about my roommates and some of the crazy times that I shared with the guys who shaped my faith.
I think it’s important that our kids know our story, that they understand where we come from, who and what shaped our lives. Our story is part of their story, and it’s the prologue to their own family stories.
What’s even better, our kids love hearing our story. They ask good questions, and want to hear parts of it over and over.
Who are you sharing your story with?
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