You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?
Once there was a short, round woman who had lots of grey hair, nine grandchildren, four children, and a husband who still loved her after 45 years. She had been a stay-at-home wife and mom, an English and history teacher, and was now a therapist in a Christian counseling office. She could be very serious, but she also loved to laugh. Sometimes funny things happened to her.
Once she was asked to sing a solo for Sunday morning church. She was younger then, still in her ’30’s. She was wearing slip-on shoes that were just a tad too big. As she climbed the three shallow steps to the platform, one of her shoes fell off. Startled, embarrassed, she quickly decided to retrieve it. She slipped it back on, made her way to the pulpit, and waited for the pianist to play the introduction. Everyone who had seen what happened was smiling. She knew the men behind her on the platform were also enjoying the situation.
On cue, she sang the first line, knowing it would be the icing on the cake: “One by one He took them from me, all the things I valued most. . . .”