Love letters

I really enjoy love letters.

Growing up my mom wrote us little love notes and letters.  She would leave them in our rooms to find and send them to us at church camp.  She even sent me a few overseas one summer when I was on a mission trip.  Even to this day she sends out love notes in the form of snail mail thank you cards and through email.

I have a friend from church who has been writing me love letters over the last few years.  She sends me cards filled to the brim with confetti and encouragement.  Hands me love notes at church and just the other day after meeting for breakfast she sent me home with a love letter.

I keep a lot of the love letters I’ve received.  Especially the ones filled with words rooted in encouragement to help strengthen my faith and build me up in the highs and lows of this life we live on Solomon Road.

This year I decided to step back from some of my normal hustle and bustle during this time of year to instead cultivate personal changes in my life and tend to things within my soul.

I’ve been digging deeper into the most favorite love letter I’ve ever held between my two hands.

The Word. 

Meditating on it.  Praying intentionally regarding the passages and scriptures.

Starting each prayer with the words “Jesus, thank you, thank you, thank you……”

My favorite part about the Word is that it became flesh.  And walked the earth. And understands the storms and trials I face because He felt the pain of it all that day on the cross when He willingly died for me.

God’s love notes and letters remind me I’m treasured and loved.  Some seasons my heart really needs to hear it.

The weather we’ve been having since basically December has been crazy and though I’ve never felt any pangs of seasonal depression during Spring or Summer this year it’s been showing up here and there over the last 4-6 weeks.

Today in church Colossians 2:6-7 was the focus of the sermon.  The last time I had read this scripture was 3-9-14.  How do I know?  Because I had underlined the passage and written the date down next to it.  Why?  I don’t have a clue at all.  But apparently that day it was something I read that touched me deeply.  It did once again today as well.

God has seen me through so many highs and lows since March 9, 2014.

Five years later I’m still holding tightly to my faith and the hope found in the living and breathing Word.  

I’ve never been more thankful to be on the receiving end of love letters to get me through this lack of sunshine, never-ending, apocalyptic, weather related funk. Grateful for all my friends and family and even a few strangers who don’t have a clue to what’s usually going on in my crazy little head but have been randomly sending me little love notes telling me I’m loved and treasured.

And thank you, thank you, thank you Lord for these daily doses of encouragement you’re continually sending my way out here in the middle of no where on little ol Solomon Road!

I seem to live in valleys
where death is always waiting 
for me to come home

I am a wandering soul
no place to ever call my own
nowhere to lay my head

Oh, You have found me
You took my heart 
and breathed in Life

Oh, You’ve always known me
You took my darkest days 
and brought me Light
You took my darkest days 
and brought me Light
And You brought me Life

I’ve come to lay at Your feet
find comfort in Your shadow
and here I find rest

Oh, You have found me
You took my heart 
and breathed in Life

Oh, You’ve always known me
You took my darkest days 
and brought me Light
You took my darkest days
and brought me Light

Death Has Lost Its Way ~ Carrollton