We all know we have a story.  Some of us go real deep with our past and seek counsel to help us explore the crevices of us that have shaped our struggles.  Some of us share facets of our story in a way that would make the tent revival preacher shouting “Testify!” rather proud.  Perhaps others are a bit more quiet, only seeking guidance from close friends and only celebrating with the same.  Yet no matter how our story is shared, so long as indeed we tell it.  And not merely to get a resounding “Oh yeah, I hear ya girl” (which, mind you, are words that find their way to gentlemen just the same), for affirmation is easy to come by, but to let our stories tell of who we are becoming.  Not only in fear and failure, success and pride, but to share what we learned along the way.  To convey who sits on the throne in your small kingdom by the story you write.  Well all that to say, this family has made their story clear and generations will now know His name.