Last month I shared a project my daughter and I’ve begun, a wild promise to pen words of encouragement to readers unknown. Your comments touched me deeply: some brought a smile, others made me cry. I took the anonymous love letter pictured in that post—my first—and left it on a bookstore shelf tucked inside a copy of Holley’s book You’re Already Amazing, a good read for someone in need of uplifting words.
Last night my daughter and I led a women’s meeting at church and told a group that ranged from 12 to 70+ years old about the love letter project. We showed the MoreLoveLetters.com website and watched the video (after passing around a box of Kleenex) and then discussed the power of words penned and notes cherished.
Our pastor’s wife, who underwent major and life-threatening surgery this summer, carries two letters enfolded between the pages of her Bible, love notes composed by teen girls and sent when she needed them most. One lady, whose father recently passed on, treasures a box of letters written between the young man and woman who would later become her parents. A woman, recently ill, told how it thrilled her heart to receive a get-well card passed around and signed at church and then given to her.
Words strung together with pen and ink instead of keyboard and screen are far from obsolete, all the more valuable because the author consciously chooses to take time to form them, to search the physical address book instead of auto-filling the “to” line in the email field.
In our group, the younger generation treasures written notes as much as the older.
After talking, we brought out a basket of cards, pens, colored markers, stickers, etc. and began to write. Some ladies wrote anonymous letters to be left for strangers. Other cards were passed around and signed by all, based on prayer needs within the church.
One of my best friends, who produced a small stack of anonymous love letters, told me she hadn’t written that much in years.
I had no idea that I would become the girl who needed encouragement in the days that followed last month’s post. Ironically, writing the words you need to hear, to be read by someone else, heals you.
I left a love letter anonymously in a public place today. It didn’t happen in a moment when I suddenly remembered that it sat in a pocket of my purse. It was in a moment when I felt so low—so in need of encouragement myself—that I remembered what I held and decided to set it free.
Your words of encouragement hold a power you may never realize. Release them, whether scrawled on a lovely card, a piece of notebook paper, or typed in a comment box.
Do you have a story of a special card or letter that you’ve saved, or one that you received when you needed it most?
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