When I was 25 I dated a guy who loved it when I would tell him the story of us: how we met, what I felt then, when it changed, and he would interject, winding his version of the story into mine.
It’s one of my favorite past times: with coworkers, with friends, family. Sharing first impressions, memories, shifting intimacy, growing connection: all of us telling our version of the story of us. I do this with Jesus too. Sometimes it’s the full epic version, and sometimes it’s the story of us that day or year.