Great stories you never told part 1: Happy hour.

Your story matters. I repeat. YOUR. STORY. MATTERS. 

A Lot.

The good. The bad. The sad. The ugly. The mundane. The extraordinary. The embarrassing. The thrilling. The lame.

It all matters to God, but...

You won’t know how much until you tell it.

So this week-rather than writing at you-I’d like to simply hear your story.

I want to rejoice with you, cry with you, blush with you [yes black men do blush] and laugh with you.

I wanna hear YOUR story.

And can I just tell you a secret?

I CANNOT wait. I really can’t wait.

If I could literally rip my heart out of my chest [ouch!] and show it to you, you’d be surprised at how much I WANT to hear YOUR story. Seriously, my heart is literally racing in anticipation as I write this. I can’t wait.

I’m gonna ask 4-5 story specific questions this week to get you going. There are no right or wrong answers. There's no super-spiritual story or lame story. Just your story.

Remember, your story really matters [because you matter] so please share.

Here’s my first question for today.

What was the happiest day of your life that you can remember and why?