"How have you been?"
"Have you been getting enough work?"
"Do you like it in Nashville?"
"Do you see yourself staying there permanently?"
All of these questions were asked of me during my 2-week return to DC. Most of them were asked by different people almost every day. At times I gave the easy answers that wouldn't require any further explanation or elaboration. The more I was asked the same questions, though, the more I wanted to share the real truth. What a relief! I didn't even remember the good/painful/beautiful stories I was holding back until they all came spilling out. I began to take the questions people asked me as invitations to share the ways I had been taken care of, loved on, and stretched over the past six months. Through telling these stories I got to remind myself of the beautiful ways I had been broken and that brokenness had been redeemed. I realized that telling our personal stories are not only beneficial for the listener, but they are beneficial to the speaker, the one who experienced the story first-hand as it happened. The telling of our experiences allows us to memorialize the events of our lives. Even the more future-oriented questions allowed me to examine the recent past from a changed perspective. I am so grateful that these people asked me the questions they did — they gave me the opportunity to remember the things that had been done for me and an opportunity to honor God, who so obviously orchestrated it all.