Letters of Love

There are those people who cross your path and leave you changed forever. They can pass for a moment or for a season, but the impact is the same. Last year, I met a young girl who left an impression. Someone who would leave a God-print on my heart. And with great anticipation, I looked forward to reuniting with her as our PI team traveled to the Czech Republic to assist several of PI’s partners by leading a creative camp for youth.

Over the past year, this friend and I shared incredible conversations about everything from relationships to life experience, suicide to joy and these talks only continued throughout the camp. The most astonishing part was being able to use specific experiences in my life to shed light on the fact that God is the one that gives and sustains our joy. This girl was really beginning to grasp this truth- so much so that she wanted to extend this hope to one of her friends. One night, she invited her friend to take a train from another city just so she could have dinner and talk with me. As we ate, we began to have some of these same deep conversations about relationships in our lives.

We are meant to always live as a love letter from God, and it’s time for our hearts to be read out loud

Throughout this trip, it became very apparent that these youth are so hungry to be told of the hope that only God can provide- and what better way to accomplish this than to use our own experiences. It reminds me of the verse in 2 Corinthians 3:3 “And you show that you are a letter from Christ delivered by us, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone, but on tablets of human hearts.” Wow.

Each of us who have the Spirit of God is living love letters written for someone else to read. God has inscribed on each of our hearts a specific letter of love and life addressed to the nations. What a privilege to be counted as a living love letter from God. This really hit home when I had a conversation with my friend’s mom in Czech. She boldly came up to me, and in her sweet, broken English she thanked me for loving on her daughter this year. She told me how grateful she was that her daughter had someone who believed in God that could speak into her life. This made me even more hungry to live this way everywhere I go. We are meant to always live as a love letter from God, and it’s time for our hearts to be read out loud-because the world is desperately hungry to know the hope to which we have been called!

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