Letter of Love
I’ve known my husband since we were in our early to mid twenties. We’ve been a couple for about 19 of the 21 years we’ve known each other. He’s traversed the valley of infertility with me, jumped right in to foster parenting classes, stayed up late at night to feed the babies, and drove our car with extra care while on our way to our adoption hearings. We’ve basically grown up together in many ways, and parenting continues to grow us.
It was about 4 years ago when we went through a difficult time with employment. My husband lost a job just a few weeks before our adoption hearing. I was quite shocked that a company would let someone go right before an adoption, but never-the-less, our adoption happened. Several months passed by with no potential employment doors opening for my husband.
As Christmas came around, I could tell that he was worried about what to get me. It didn’t really matter to me anyway as I knew finances were tight, and I had been given the most amazing gift of my sweet boy through adoption. I was so thankful to be a mother, and to be able to wake up each morning with the knowledge that my life had been drastically and blessedly changed by motherhood.
We really don’t make a big deal out of presents for each other. Instead, we enjoy giving gifts to others, and that year, we were so excited to see our son’s expression when he woke up. As the morning progressed, we headed into the hearth room where our stockings are hung by the chimney.
As I reached my hand into my stocking, I felt a piece of paper. I pulled out a letter (the one pictured above), and had no idea what in the world it was. As I unfolded it and started reading, I realized it was a love letter. It was not one of those “I’ve got a crush on you” kind of notes one may get in high school. No, this was a love letter from a man to a woman. It was a letter from his heart to mine. It was a letter of one’s humble admission of loving someone else more than that person would ever know.
There I was sitting half-disheveled in my pajama’s with tears rolling down my cheeks clutching a letter. All of this occurred while my curly-haired 2-year-old squealed with the delights of Christmas morning. My husband sat there a little embarrassed and a little stoic. This letter was the best Christmas present I ever received. From time to time, I pull the letter out and read it as a reminder of how special marriage is, and how lucky I am to have married someone who is one of the most self-less persons that I know.
This morning while thinking about the gift of that letter on Christmas morning, I thought of the love letter that the Lord has written for us. Scripture really is our love letter from Him. It is the grounding wisdom of our history, the guide for our every day walk, and the revelation of our future. It is His promise skillfully described.
The Word brings life, love, and meaning. The Word transforms us, shapes us, comforts us, and humbles us. The Word creates for us the ability to stand firm in our faithful knowledge of the Lord, and it confirms to us how incredibly passionate our Heavenly Father loves each of us.
The Word is Love.
The next time you need to be reminded of how loved you are, open your Bible and read the Lord’s letter of love written for all of us.
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