A Legacy of Letters.
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish…so is My Word… It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. Isaiah 55:10-11
In conversation with someone or while reading, particular words and phrases will occasionally velcro themselves to my brain. In those moments, I know the Lord is speaking, prompting me to consider something, ponder it deeply. Maybe even write it down so it might convict and change, bud and flourish, provide nourishment for a spiritually malnourished world.
When my firstborn was approaching his thirteenth birthday (and whoosh went the air in my lungs), I wrote him a letter filled with all manner of godly wisdom and encouragement, admiration and challenge, then tucked the sealed envelope between his pile of presents.
Following that, I wrote a letter to give to him each birthday during his adolescent years and started what, then, became a tradition with all four of my children (I’m still writing those birthday letters). Thing is, I hadn’t yet been duly removed from a presumptuous pedestal that God would, as a result of my carefully crafted letters, produce a near-sinless child.
So, did those letters not work?
Wrong question. W-a-a-a-y wrong question.
The outcome of those letters had little to do with my parenting investment or letter-writing capability and everything to do with God, the Author, Who’s sovereign over those words. God would either use them or He wouldn’t. And should they find their resting place in a kid’s attic, I won’t have to suffer a stroke over it because His intended message won’t have returned to Him without first accomplishing what He desired.
I ran across an inspirational writing penned by my maternal grandmother to Mom at some time during her school years.
A good little verse to help you over the “hard spots” in life –
“Some how we live and our skies grow bright
And every thing seems to come out all right.”
Edgar Albert Guest, author of the poem, Things Work Out, couldn’t have known that his words would one day land in Mom’s little notebook and be something she quoted on those days when my sky was looking anything but bright.
God will engineer circumstances such that just the right someone will get a hold of my words, my letters, and maybe even velcro them to the reader’s brain such that they achieve His good and eternal purpose.
They may not be for my intended recipient.
God Spirit-breathed many letters through the hand of Apostle Paul. In one addressed to the church at Corinth, he told them:
You yourselves are our letter…known and read by everybody…not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.
II Corinthians 3:2-3
Pen or no pen, MacBook or no MacBook, my life is a letter.
What are people reading in my – and your – letter today?