It was so good to be with you this past weekend. To be in your presence is a breath of deep mountain air. It fills my lungs and soul. As we talked about starting to write letters, I am not sure what I think or feel. My first letter to you came easy and it seemed like a good step to take. It is a risky jump of obedience. What I am certain of, is that God has invited me to step out with my voice in a new way. This endeavor is to that end…. Certainly, don’t know that anyone will be interested in reading it, but it will be for me to risk putting words out there.
My world taught me to keep words in and say as little as possible. My view of the world was that somehow- I was wrong- so I learned the less you put out there into the world, the less you can be wrong. This attribute is one I developed for good reasons but like all defenses, it has reached the end of it’s helpfulness to me. Well, lets be honest, it reached it expiration twenty years ago, but I seem to be hanging on to it—just in case. Guess it’s time to be done- once and for all (Or once and for most... that is more honest.)
Doug has graciously called my voice out time after time. He longs for me put more words out there. Leave it to God, to give me a gift of a man who has a lot of words and wants a lot of words. It is good for me- But For the Love…
As we stacked wood this weekend, it was like putting a puzzle together. This piece fits here and this one must go there—oh but wait, this one must go the opposite direction. This feels like the chapters of my life—it all fits together to create a solid foundation and serves a purpose but in the midst it doesn’t always seem to be going anywhere. And certainly not fast.
Well, I guess that is what this endeavor of writing letter is like. We can just keep stacking words and see what come, what changes in us…