Love Letters

           Twenty nine years of marriage Frank and I will celebrate in just a few weeks.  Yes, for those of you who are wondering, I was most certainly a child bride.  J  Frank has never ceased to surprise me with his creative style of communicating his love and thankfulness for me.  Before we were even married, I fully appreciated his uniqueness as I received a letter in the mail from him that had been written on a plane traveling to a job interview… on the paper vomit bag – he was/is such a hopeless romantic!  He has written notes to me on napkins, on sandpaper, on my bathroom mirror, on my car windshield, on my pillow, in the snow…  I have not [yet] seen “writing in the sky” from Frank, but I wouldn’t be terribly surprised. 

From my picture you can see my most recent “love” letter.  Frank nonchalantly opened the back door and gave a wonderful performance… He started by calling our teenage son, “Clay, come quick I think it must be some kind of crop circle!!”  Clay ran to the rescue, quickly realized the stunt, and called to me, “Oh mom!  You’ve got to see this…” in a bit of that teenage sarcasm.  Funny, when I saw the “writing in the grass”, I wasn’t terribly surprised or perplexed by it.  Simply because I know how Frank communicates with me – even though a bit unorthodox or unconventional, I acknowledged his sweet thoughtfulness with a smile and a wink.

Interestingly this week I have been reading again a great study by Priscilla Shirer entitled, Discerning the voice of God.  She reminds us how the prophet Habakkuk had complained to the Lord in chapter one a couple of times as he became impatient for answers.  Realizing his absolute need for God, he offered these words, “I will stand at my watch and station myself on the ramparts; I will look to see WHAT He will say to me.”  Notice Habakkuk didn’t say IF He says something or just in case He says something; He knew He wanted to be ready… expectantly ready… for God’s direction, God’s answer, and God’s wisdom. 

I have known Frank long enough to expect his “letters” to me, and honestly, I look forward and expectantly to the next one, because I do KNOW him well.  Do I wait just as expectantly for my Heavenly Father to hear me when I call (Psalm 17:6), to respond to my weariness (Matthew 11:38) ,  and to answer me and tell me great and mighty things (Jeremiah 33:3).  He has promised, you know.   Like many of you I long for that burning bush moment, those tongues of fire, and that mighty voice of God – but just as clearly, I desire to hear the whisper of my Father, as HE gently speaks to me to “be still, daughter, and know that I AM God.”  I can’t wait, can you?

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