The Secret of the Rocks

Dear Reader:

This month marks the 11th year of the Chapelofhope stories. It all began on August 7, 2000! The biggest turning point in my life. ..when I decided to reach out into the new frontier … at least for me… cyberspace.

I was physically shaking I was so nervous but I was more scared of never going after my dream of writing… unleashing a lifetime of locked up stories, thoughts, and ideas.

By August 31… the last day of this cornerstone month in the new millennium …my competition with the fabled Scheherazade began and I never looked back… even after the 1002nd story was told I was on to the next story.

Writing is not just my passion…it is as integral a part of my life as breathing. It is my connection to people’s lives, feelings, hopes and dreams … at least as close as I will ever get on this earth. We are all connected and never do I feel this more than while writing, reading and listening to your thoughts!

… And what a great thought came in from Jo Dufford yesterday… a God Wink for this blog post.

Since recently we have been sharing thoughts about unconsciously depleting our energy reserves until suddenly sirens go off inside our bodies and minds… blinking bright red to STOP and wait on reserves.

Jo sent me this thought, aka author Barbara Johnson…

” The brook would lose its song if God removed the rocks.”

Once again we are being reminded that there is a purpose under the sun for every obstacle that we encounter along the way.

I go back to the first time I saw St. Jude’s Chapel of Hope in Trust, North Carolina on a hot July afternoon and how I knew I was home-this was where I was supposed to be at that moment. The chapel had been waiting…

Outside butterflies were in abundance and the brook was singing joyously as it’s melody was created by the stones in its path.

I remember one of the first stories I wrote was” Keeping Cancer at BayOne Story at a Time. And for eleven years that has exactly transpired!

So until tomorrow… welcome the beautiful songs of the brook made possible by the stones encountered along its winding way.

“Today is my favorite day”

Fun with Mollie and kids!

Our gymnast-Lachlan

Our football quarterback!

Our cheerleader-Eloise

Great way to brighten a Gray day!

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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7 Responses to The Secret of the Rocks

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    Becky…not only do you touch so many lives each day through your inspiring and uplifting blog entries but you have led so many people to the Chapel of Hope. I will never forget going there …we felt like we were on Holy ground. Thank you so much for sharing your gifts…love you. The pictures of Walsh’s kids are great…growing up too fast.

  2. I love it! Your blog saved you… But it also saved many souls like mine! Your stories have carried me through some very tough times! Your stories always give me HOPE🙏🏻🌟💕
    Love you friend! Lisa

  3. So pretty girls , the home and the beautiful story 🌷🙏👌♥️🌷

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