Words play a great role in life. They can heal and hurt.
They make musical notes against the background of our lives.
They can inspire seasons. "Why do you look for the living amongst the dead?" (Easter) "Roll out those LAZY HAZEY CRAZY days of summer..." (Summertime). "At my door, the leaves are falling, the cold wild wind must come" (Autumn). Perhaps the most pertinant of all are the words by Charles Shultz which he attributed to "Linus Van Pelt" in "A Charlie Brown Christmas"..."For behold I bring you good tidings of great joy which shall be to all the people...For unto you this day, in the city of David, is born a Saviour...'tis Christ the Lord." I don't know about you, but my Christmas season isn't complete until I watch that show.
The trick is to be able to put words into thoughts that inspire people. That's not always easy. Take the wife who really wants her husband to understand how sick she is of having to deal with his dirty socks never finding their way to the clothes hamper. Or the husband who wants to talk about how his day went but can't seem to get past the fact that she doesn't "get" what a "quarterly downturn" is because she keeps yammering on about something to do with his socks (which somehow, magically appeared in the microwave).
You know what we need to do?
We need to WRITE to each other a little more. It doesn't need to be long or involved. It just needs to be written down. Having something in writing is kind of like an insurance policy or a guarentee. I wrote my wife a letter the other night. It was pretty involved because I was feeling some things that I needed to say. Here it is...
I'm NOT going to get on the internet tonight.
I think that I have spent too much time communicating with other people and letting them know how I feel, and too little time telling my favorite person, the things she needs to hear.
I am about to go to bed with the girl of my dreams.
I can't wait.
WHY is she the girl of my dreams?
Let me tell you.
She has a heart that is as big as the sky. She feels passionately about freedom and honor and love. You can tell it by the way that she looks at a morning frost, or a stray dog on the road, or our son.
And she LOVES...Dear GOD she loves...
She loves our preacher and his wife. She loves our son and our nasty ol dog. She loves her patients. She loves her parents and her brothers, and guess what? She loves MY parents and siblings TOO.
She's kind of tough to love back because she has such strong feelings about everything. But I'm a better man for listening to her.
I plan to give her this love letter tomorrow for no particular reason. I don't expect anything from her.
But she made love to me the other night.
I'll never forget that. It changed me forever.
So I'll leave her this note and I'll say the same thing that I say to all my friends on the internet.
"Hi Jeannie...I had a few minutes to kill and I couldn't think of ANYONE that I'd rather spend time with than YOU."
And THIS time...it's true.
Then I'll go and lay next to her and listen to the soft sound of her breathing...and I'll thank God that He brought her into my life.
Who needs the internet for company when my bride is ten steps away? ****
Now if all you guys could write that to your girls...Ya know, give them a little insurance...
Well whattaya WAITING for?
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