A Girl Named Story
Yesterday I was talking to a dear friend who mentioned that her friend from college had just had a little baby girl and they named her Story.
What a beautiful name.
A name that’s full of dragons and princesses, knights and hobbits, wizards and animals, wardrobes and attics, fairies and vampires, beauty and goodness, darkness and evil, truth and light.
I can hardly think of a more magical name for a little girl just coming into a world full to the brim and overflowing with stories.
And now she’s just starting her own story of life. Taking breaths and wailing and staring in wonder at the amazing world around her. A world where she is bound to meet up with dragons and princesses, knights and hobbits, wardrobes and attics, wizards and animals, fairies and vampires, beauty and goodness, darkness and evil, truth and light.
And those last two: truth and light, those are the things that stories do best. They illuminate truth and they emit light so that we can see and understand life and people in a new way. And when we turn the last page of a book that has become a dear friend to us over 300 pages, that story allows us to breath again and to stare in wonderment at the amazing world for the first time all over again—just like a girl named Story.
And I wonder what truth and what light the girl named Story will illuminate in the world as she grows? I do hope that one day I will meet her.