and I am so so excited.
I really just wish you could see my face as I write this. There joy and delight and passion dancing in my eyes. I can't seem to type fast enough.
This isn't going to be long and drawn out. I could spend hours and hours sharing my heart with you. My heart for people. My love of words. The power in words. The magic in words. and if you want to, let's grab coffee sometime. I love coffee dates. and I love heart-sharing.
But today, I'd really like you to watch this video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=n56JDif4hnw
Please. Take five minutes and watch it.
Then visit the website if you wish. http://www.moreloveletters.com/
Letters.
They're simple.
They're powerful.
They're beautiful.
My sister and I started writing letters to each other a few months ago. Sometimes they are pages and pages long, while other times they're simply a sentence. I save every single one. The post-it note scribbles, the journaled declarations of whispered dreams, and the folded paper thank you's. I save them. Because they're so valuable. I love watching the progression. Letters that started out filtered and scared, filled with fear and apprehension... are now raw and messy and perfectly beautiful. We grow closer and closer with each letter scrawled, sealed, and sent.
I have personally seen the fruit of letters. I've written about it before. I've spoken about it before.
But you know what I'm so excited about?? I'm excited to write to strangers. I'm excited to write to my friends. REALLY write to them. Not just send a text or write on their facebook wall. I'm excited to pull out pen and paper. I'm excited to send my cousin a letter just telling her absolutely beautiful she is and how thankful I am for her.
But first, I'd like to tell YOU something.
I'm sitting in the library waiting for my next class. and I'm thinking about wherever you are right now.
Whether you're in the carpool line waiting to pick up your babies, or you're in an office cubicle counting down the minutes until you can head home. Whether you're sixteen or you're sixty. Whether you are right around the corner, or halfway across the world.
I'm thinking about how absolutely magnificent you are.
I wish I could just cup your beautiful face in my hands and say this to you:
You have been so perfectly created. You fill a role that no one else can fill.
You are changing the world just by being YOU.
Glorious, messy, Jesus-filled YOU.
The one who makes mistakes and keeps on trying.
The one who is learning about her gifts. learning about grace. learning about dreams.
The one loving, laughing, soaking up His call on your life.
The one crying out.
The one waiting.
The one who is being molded to be more like Him every single day.
Yep. YOU.
World-changer.
Maybe diaper-changer, too.
Maybe paper-in-the-printer changer, too.
You're the only one we've got.
Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, whoever you're with... you are needed.
The only world you can change is the one you're in. right here, right now.
So carry on, my incredible friends.
You're making a difference.
You are valuable.
You are precious. More than priceless is your worth.
You are loved.
Now it's your turn. Go grab some pen and paper. Write. Send. Love.
Hugs,
Lyss
“It is a surreal feeling, to compose a letter to an individual that you have no ties to but at the same time you want the whole wide world for them. I wished them a bright day. A day full of laughter. I told them they were unique & special & really quite smashing. Really, we are not told enough, in a genuine noncommercial manner, how brilliant we are. How intriguing and wonderful we are. How much we should be commended for waking up today and deciding to take on the task of being human. It is not an easy task. It is not always fun. But it is wildly worth it. Better that we write all these things down.”
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