A Letter's Journey
Years have passed since she's spoken to him. She's older now and wants to make amends with people. Since landing her dream job as a lawyer, she's had time to think about things. Dominque Smithson figures there's no time like the present to start anew, but she starts doubting herself as she sits down to write. "How do I talk about everything that's happened in three years?!" Her head ached at the thought of it.
Dominique writes a letter in the hopes that it will ease the tension. Smoothing the paper, she continues to let the words flow from her soul. After a few minutes, she realizes she's only scratched the surface of what she wants to say.
Writing can be therapeutic, and it can also be torture. As Dominique seals the envelope, she hopes he will read it. She hopes he will see past his hurt and pain. In a moment of resolve, she sticks the letter in the mail, sending it on its journey.
Though distance isn't great, their perception of each other couldn't be further from the truth. Try as she might, there was a wide chasm in between them that only love and respect could fill. The days of demanding things and doing nothing in return had to become a distant memory if their relationship was to be repaired. Not one to give up, Dominique sends cards not knowing if they would find a home in tomorrow's trash.
Some days words flow like a beautiful musical arrangement, while other times the words are stuck like frozen water in a faucet. No matter what though, words bridge gaps. Words are more than mere blips on a page. Words heal. Words empower. Words enrich. As you know, words can damage. We can only hope that the reader isn't blinded by their own perceptions and "weeds" in their life. (Read this post to find out what I'm referring to).
Despite our misconceptions of God, He never gave up on us. He kept giving us mercy, encouraging us when we fall, and loving us when we deserved anything but that. Dominique let out a sigh of relief as she climbed into the covers. "It's not much, but it's a start she reminded herself."
Dominique writes a letter in the hopes that it will ease the tension. Smoothing the paper, she continues to let the words flow from her soul. After a few minutes, she realizes she's only scratched the surface of what she wants to say.
Writing can be therapeutic, and it can also be torture. As Dominique seals the envelope, she hopes he will read it. She hopes he will see past his hurt and pain. In a moment of resolve, she sticks the letter in the mail, sending it on its journey.
Though distance isn't great, their perception of each other couldn't be further from the truth. Try as she might, there was a wide chasm in between them that only love and respect could fill. The days of demanding things and doing nothing in return had to become a distant memory if their relationship was to be repaired. Not one to give up, Dominique sends cards not knowing if they would find a home in tomorrow's trash.
Some days words flow like a beautiful musical arrangement, while other times the words are stuck like frozen water in a faucet. No matter what though, words bridge gaps. Words are more than mere blips on a page. Words heal. Words empower. Words enrich. As you know, words can damage. We can only hope that the reader isn't blinded by their own perceptions and "weeds" in their life. (Read this post to find out what I'm referring to).
Despite our misconceptions of God, He never gave up on us. He kept giving us mercy, encouraging us when we fall, and loving us when we deserved anything but that. Dominique let out a sigh of relief as she climbed into the covers. "It's not much, but it's a start she reminded herself."
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