Page 23 - DAPHNE HART - MY MAMA STORY (AUDIO VERSION)

Even at that young age, I loved to tell stories. I would make them up
and repeat them to my pretend friends.

I always loved Bible stories. My mother would read them to me, and
then I would put them in my own words.

Here is an example:

Luke 8:43

I liked this one because she reminds me of my mom.

She was always sick and going from doctor to doctor, month after

month and year after year. She spent all the money she had but never
got well. She was despised by her community, so she stayed by herself.

Somehow, one day she heard that Jesus was coming to town. She
decided that no matter what, she was going out to see Him. She pushed

her way through the crowd, thinking to herself, If I can just touch the
hem of His garment, I know that I will be healed.

Sure enough, she touched Him—and she was healed.

When Jesus asked, “Who touched Me?” she told Him the truth.

The end.

My stepfather smoked a pipe. One morning, he stuffed it with tobacco
and sent me to the kitchen to light it for him.

What parent does that?

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