We are all here to tell a story. We bear witness to life. We love and we get torn apart and we love deeper. We get lost and then we make a new path. We try, we fall and we get up again. We curse the same God we cling to…and with knees bent, overwhelmed by joy, strengthened by past grief, we give thanks for both. We weather it all. Together. I wrap you in the words of my story when you are cold. Warmed, you tell someone yours. We are all here to tell a story.