I always thought having an older brother would be cool; and because I grew up with 3 older sisters I wanted my first child to definitely be a boy.
But I learned something from my oldest sister while we were on our last trip together in Arizona. She is such a great mother, and I noticed how she "told" her kids a story for bedtime. It wasn't The Three Bears or The Three Little Pigs; it was Joseph and the Coat of Many Colors from memory.
In copying her creativity, I started telling scripture stories at bedtime too. Noah's Ark was a fun one because we thought up as many animals as possible to take on the ark, including the skunk.
Tonight I told David and Goliath. I have to admit I did a little research, so I could tell the story with as much enthusiasm and accuracy as possible. Matthew's favorite part was when David cut of Goliath's head, but Makayla said, "Ew!"
I actually was inspired by the courage and bravery of a young faithful man who obviously had a personal relationship with God. Tonight I am grateful for spirit filled stories from the scriptures.
