Why we tell stories….

I couple of weeks ago I posted some photos of our most recent drama performance.  Then today I was tagged in a post written by someone who came to watch our performance.  It so blessed me that someone was impacted by the story that I wanted to share it with you……

Let me tell you about Kassiah Jones

by ELIZABETH TROTTER on APRIL 25, 2016

This month my husband and I took our kids to the local home school co-op’s spring performance. Some of our friends were in the play. It was called “The Race” and was an original play based loosely on the story of “The Tortoise and the Hare.”

Every character in this play was modeled after an animal. There was a bear and a sparrow and a fennec fox (among others), but the character that most captured my attention was the character modeled after the ant. Her name was Kassiah Jones, and she never knew when to quit.

When it was time for the village inhabitants to prepare for the annual race, Kassiah trained harder than all the rest. She worked hard and never knew when to stop.

On race day Kassiah was in the lead, far ahead of the others, for the first three laps. But on the fourth lap she didn’t come back around the curtain with the rest of the runners. At the end of the race, after somebody else had won, the villagers went in search of her. They found her, collapsed from exhaustion, and had to carry her out on a stretcher.

I so identified with Kassiah Kones. I work, work, work, and never take a break. I know I need to. But I forget.

The week I attended “The Race” was, to be honest, brutal. We’d gone three days without refrigeration and had lost the entire contents of our fridge to Cambodia’s hot season. We’d gone a couple days with a puking child and half a night’s power outage with said puking child. I got to the end of that week completely exhausted and out of sorts.

So that Friday I took the first of what I’m now calling a “Kassiah Jones Day.” I canceled home school. I played games with my kids. We watched sciences videos in the air conditioning. I read more than usual to them. I’m with them all the time, but I don’t always share enjoyable activities with them. Instead I focus on finishing our lessons, and then in my “free time,” I work.

But I now have a vocabulary for what my soul needs and for the way I’d been treating it. I have a symbol, a simple phrase that encompasses a world of meaning for me. It’s true I forget to Sabbath. It’s true I forget to breathe. It’s true that all too often, I am Kassiah Jones.

But I think that needs to start changing, and I think I know just how to try.

~~In honor of Kassiah Jones, I’m keeping this blog post short.~~

~~When was the last time you took a Kassiah Jones Day?~~

4 thoughts on “Why we tell stories….

  1. Hi Rachel,
    This is really encouraging. It’s amazing the little stones we skim into the pond and disappear, but the ripples last long afterwards.
    Keep doing what you’re doing, whilst looking up!

  2. What an inspiring post Rachel. Your honesty and openness are humbling and truly inspirational. I hope that Kassiah Jones Day remains the most important day of your week and that you have many joyful days together. I shall be aiming on taking a Kassiah Jones Day every week. Love and light Mandy x

  3. Wow, that’s so great that people are being impacted through things like a home-school co-op drama! 🙂

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