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Story Warren: Allies in Imagination

Some friends of our family loaned us a book called The Green Ember, by S.D. Smith in recent months, which led me to Story Warren. I've been encouraged by the blog posts that I've found there, but the overall purpose of the site is what keeps me going back. To quote the About page:

"Who are we?
Your Allies in Imagination.
What’s our purpose? 
Story Warren exists to serve you as you foster holy imagination in the children you love.
Why?
We hope God will use us to Kindle Imagination for Kingdom Anticipation."
Our boys are growing so quickly, and as we try to honor Jesus with our parenting, "Kingdom Anticipation" becomes more and more important. Looking for the work of the Holy Spirit, especially the work that is prepared for us, takes a holy imagination -- a heart and mind that is ready for God in all his startling ways.

I'm glad to report here that Story Warren has published a post of mine about reading Anne of Green Gables as a boy. My childhood was full of stories and imaginings, and those experiences are a parenting help these days.

Below you'll find a taste of "Anne of Green Gables: Boys Allowed:"

It is fitting that we begin on the roof. Long ago, when my parents first taught me to enjoy stories, I desired adventure and often found it on the top of our house. Yes, the somewhat dizzying height and challenge of walking upright on slanted asphalt shingles was an adventure. Yes, it felt daring to pick kumquats from the topmost branches that reached over the garage, leaning just far enough so my toes didn't slip from the edge. However, there were other adventures, too.

My mother was brave enough to climb with me on certain days, probably when I didn't really want to read, so that we could recline on the roof side by side. Then she read aloud while I stared at the sky or rolled twigs down into the backyard.

One of the stories that is burned on my memory is of a little girl named Anne, who walked along the very top of a roof to the horror of her friends -- so the rooftop remains to me a sign of sorts. You see, my mother knew I desired adventure, and that I would find a kindred spirit in the pages of Anne of Green Gables.

Go on to read the whole piece on Story Warren by clicking here.
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