Letters

Dearest Friend,
Thank you for this most wonderful experience of esoteric emotional and spiritual understanding, among the highs and the lows. You see my struggle for holiness, and you don’t know how much it means that you’re rooting me on, how it uplifts me. I earnestly pray for you as I would pray for myself. Your joy in the Lord is your best gift to me; my heart for that is my best gift to you. Thank you for showing me His power by stepping away from the patterns of this world and for intimately knowing and affirming my intentions to do this too. Also thank you for stepping with me. Your companionship and whole presence are God’s sure blessing in my life, and this leads me to praise Him once again. Thanks for letting your love for Him spill into my life.

Dearest Mother,
I praise you for the woman of virtue that you are. Your heart is the most beautiful I’ve seen in this world, and I won’t say that to anyone else. Umma, your purity of heart and honest love never fail to move me to tears these days. Thank you for being a mother genuinely devoted to prayer for me. I truly believe that without it, I would not have this capacity to perceive love, and love is everything that fills my life. Thank you for loving and trusting the Lord in raising me. Your strength transcended my childhood flaws, and now you correct and teach me every day. You are my hero above any other person. I pray to be just like you in spirit and as a mother to my own kids someday. I absolutely love you, and I’m going to try and show you that more and more.

Dear Dad,
Praise God. As I grow older, I recognize the way that God loves me through you. I know you love me. I think I’ve known it this whole time. I think that’s why I become so sad when we don’t understand each other, or when you truly don’t seem to understand me. It’s a flurry of frustration, longing for your sympathy, and my adoration for you that always end up in water works. But God is pushing me to look beyond irreconcilable disparities in generational ideologies and look at him instead. He’s really using your role in my life to transform me into a more mature daughter, and I can’t stop praising him for these valleys. I honor and respect you, Dad. How wonderful it is that your love is truly the shadow of His great love. How wonderful it is that you are my father.

Dear God,
I don’t even know how to start a letter to you that doesn’t sound like a mess because you blow my intellectual capacity to organize my thoughts. You are bigger than everything I will ever comprehend, and I proclaim your divine sovereignty. In your God-ness, you place your hand in my life. I am blown away and humbled beyond belief, Father. Thank you for being my Father, that I could call you that. Your plan is bigger; You are great. I had so many thoughts jumbled in a pile at the beginning, but I’ve forgotten everything because your praise has consumed my mind. Your grace in my life is good, and I trust you with every fiber in me. My tender emotions, my relationships, and all of these itty bitty little tiny things, I trust them in your gentle hands. You are the reason I live.

Love,

Shela

Thursday Jan 1 @ 02:27am