I love getting letters in the mail. I love the thrill of going to the mailbox and finding a cute little envelope with my name on it. I love handwritten notes on ruled notebook paper, postcards, and fancy stationary. Knowing that someone thought enough to write a personal note, stamp it, and drop it in the mail, warms my heart.
When Thad and I first met, he lavished me with love letters. He said all the right things and packaged them beautifully. I got cards with beautiful poetry, notecards attached to flowers, favorite cds with love letters, and even the occasional sympathy card that had a picture of something that he knew I liked. Funny choice of card, but thoughtful! Sometimes he even got the mail lady in our college post office to stick roses in my mailbox. I have a box full of love letters from him that I keep as part of our legacy to our children.
Even though I have a box full of letters, I often ask Thad, “Do you love me?”. He always responds with, “Lori, you know I do.” Never satisfied with that response, I always probe further with another question, “WHY do you love me?”. If I am lucky, he will count all the ways that he loves me and we will reminisce about our college days. Other times, I will get a love letter from him that melts my heart. I know Thad loves me, but sometimes when I feel unlovable, I need to be reminded of why he chose me.
The kids and I began this morning like every other morning this week, and journaled our “3 gifts in a bag, a box, and a book”. The kids buzzed around the house in pairs and tried to find their 3 items. I sat on the porch swing and waited for them to report back their findings. I love hearing what they consider gifts and see the excitement on their faces when they recognize God’s goodness.
My own journal is filling with thanksgiving. I am trying so hard to be still and really see all that God has given. This life, and all that is in it, is like a love letter from the Lord. He really knows me. He knows what melts my heart. He knows what I need and He gives and gives and gives and all that he gives whispers, “I love you. Enjoy all of it.” Today, I am so thankful for a God who has chosen me, and reminds me daily of all the reasons why.
And I’m thankful for Thad, too!