Correspondence seems a thing of the past, and it’s meaningful in the present to remind us of the future.
It’s like a threshold, isn’t it? I mean, how else can I describe it? Everything is behind us, save for the treasures of mercy in our hearts, the things that carried us, that we won’t let go, and because of the power and might of Love that creates and restores, what’s before us is beyond us and just a touch past our fingertips, held by the One we trust to be true and good, who made everything and makes anything possible.
Joy and longing all at once. That’s how you moved, and it’s what I most remember. Not necessarily a particular moment or place, but how you were determined, as if leaning in, pulled ever onward by hope and glory. You were so serious, as souls are and people misunderstand; maybe it’s the light of difference that provokes the darkness in others.
Anyway, thanks for your tenderly terse letter. In addition to legal pads, we never understood clip-ons either. What’s functionality without the art of expression? The sad part is I may have forgotten how to tie a Windsor.
Let each day be a threshold, every moment. God’s compassions never fail, and what kids know and grown ups spend a lifetime trying to figure out is that real freedom is delighting in the fear of the Lord. So lean in and write more!
