In her home, she has beautiful letters her children have written framed on the walls.
One is from her son to his autistic older brother. In this handwritten letter, he shares his love for his brother. He made promises to him. He has kept those promises. It is a testimony of the power of words. I can see my friend, cleaning her house, stopping to re-read those words. Thanking God for her children. I am sure those same words lift her spirits on the tough days.
Those words lifted me when I read them.
The act of displaying those words, is where the spirits are released. Lyn has decorated her home with love.
Words are Spirit. What spirits are dwelling in your home? What words have you shared with your husband today? Are they words you even want in writing? Would they shame you if they were printed or shared on a blog?
I used to write love letters to my husband. As a new wife, I only made homemade Christmas, Birthday, Anniversary and Valentine's Day cards. I put a tremendous effort into these cards and letters. That was before four kids and a blog.
I remember one night I hosted a homeschool support group meeting at my house.
Here was the agenda:
2. Have fun.
3. Write a thank you letter to your husband.
I had sent out an email reminding the ladies what we would be doing that night. I asked them to ponder a letter. I reminded the ladies that; without our hardworking husbands, we would not have this amazing opportunity to teach our children at home. This facet of homeschooling support is often neglected.
I supplied pretty stationary. We took five or ten minutes to thank our husbands for their hard work and sacrifice. We didn't share our letters with each other. I never heard any reports of what a blessing the letters were. That's o.k. because it's really not my business. I can bet my husband still has my letter.
I haven't written one in a while.
Little Guy and I were drawing together the other night. He was drawing his favorite things: rocks, gold and crystals. I was drawing trees. I messed up trying to draw a carved heart on one of the trees. It was supposed to be a heart with T. loves G. Little Guy asked me why I stopped drawing my picture. I showed him my mistake and explained it. We continued drawing.
A few minutes later, he handed me a picture:
He said: "I made you your love picture for Daddy."
When Daddy came home, I showed it to him. Daddy immediately taped to the mirror in our dining room.
I smile when ever I see it.
My words are spirit. I have imparted a spirit to my boy. Thankfully, the right one.
I'm probably the only person I know who has had a six-year old ghost writer.
But now it's my turn.
My challenge to myself and anyone else, who has made it to the end of this post, write a letter.
It may not make it to the wall, but it will make it to their heart.
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