“So, the other day I went fishing with the kids.”

“Oh yeah? Ever been deep-sea fishing?”

“Well, yeah. I went once.”

“Really? Ever rode a whale? ‘Cause I rode a whale.”

When I heard this announced from the pulpit a few weeks ago, I couldn’t help but laugh. The speaker had been sharing about pride and those people who just have to be a little better than everyone else. Story-toppers, he called them. I want to be a story-topper. Not because of pride, but for the sake of adventure. I want to be able to tell all these wonderful, adventurous, true stories about the places I’ve been and the things I’ve done. Even silly things. I want everyday life to be a glorious adventure. In Steven James’ book, Story, he has a little quote that says:

I told my friend, “Only children get excited over watching a butterfly.”

Then he turned to me and said, “So does God.”

I don’t know about you, but I’m the type of girl who gets excited over butterflies. In fact, I almost hit one driving down the interstate the other day and it gave me a mini-heart attack. I think butterflies are absolutely breath-taking – as in, I still get that childish gasp of wonder when one flutters across my path. Continue reading →