In the entryway of my house there is what appears to be a typical coat closet. But, like the famous wardrobe in the Narnia books, go past the coats and you will enter a whole other world! The closet leads to the space under the stairs, and I use that space to hold my "memories". There I keep the blue trunk that went with me off to college. In it now are the scrapbooks from high school, my wedding dress, tiny dresses and shoes that my three daughters, now beautiful grown women, wore when they were home being rocked in my arms. Among the memories stored there are the letters and cards...the words of love written to me by my husband. Some from the year we dated, most from the 33 years since we wed. I am a person who loves words, whose "love language" is primarily words of affirmation. I love to hear words of love...but if those words are written, ink on paper for me to read over and over, that is joy overflowing!
I think that's why I love the written Word of God so much. Like a cherished love letter from God, I go over and over it's beautiful words to me. So familiar it has become, that I can picture in my mind where a favorite passage lies on the page. With red colored pencil I underline my favorite parts, not just the words of love and affirmation, but even those of correction and instruction, for I realize that even those passages speak love to me. Often I copy the words that He says down in my journal. Promises and prayers from the His Word get printed out and I pray them outloud back to Him, having confidence that in doing so, I am praying His perfect will.
Like David of old I say, "Your Words, Oh God, have been my delight and my counselors... Your Words have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage... Your Word has healed me and delivered me from my destruction... I would have perished in my affliction without Your Word." Thank You God, for Your love letters to me.
A repost from the archives as I am still caring for baby granddaughter today!