31 Days of Letters {To Divorce, Shame, Fat, and Much More}

For the past few years I’ve participated in the Nester’s 31 days.  Each time I’ve set a goal:  Less Me, More Jesus or More of the Gospel.  Some direction to face with renewed hope and purpose.

However, this year, I am writing 31 letters  {OK, I might not make it to 31, but it’s a worthy goal.}  I am writing letters to divorce and unkindness.  To fat and food addiction.  To my dad and to a friend.  To shame and injustice.  I also have a few friends who are joining me with letters of their own, so this should be a cathartic sharing of both hurt and happy hearts.

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Why letters?  Because when {for example}I get mad about divorce, I can’t really walk up to it and say…you suck, divorce.  I can’t touch it or talk to it. But, it’s time to tell it what I really think.  It’s time to explain to divorce how much it hurts me and my kiddos.  How much it hurts families and friendships – and churches.

It’s time to tell fat what it’s like to live with its company.  To tell my dad that I still miss him.  To tell shame that she has no place in my heart or head.  To tell unkindness that there’s no room for it in my life.

My prayer is that in each letter – each sharing of my heart toward a topic, there will be healing for you and for me.  And, you will see and I will be reminded of the hope that we have Him  – firm and secure – for He is the conqueror of all including shame, divorce, hurt, and loss.

He is the same yesterday and today and forever.

Through all struggle and doubt and fear and joy – He is unchanging.

If you’d like to get some stuff off of your chest by writing it a letter, I would LOVE to hear from you and read or share your letter.  Let’s just get it all out!  Chances are good that someone else needs to read it too!

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Late this afternoon I had a very good friend call me and ask me to bring her daughters home as she rushed to the bedside of a loved one who didn’t make it.  A very tragic death.

So, perhaps I’ll write to death, lamenting the unfairness of today.  The unfairness of tragedy.  The burden of so much suffering upon one person’s shoulders.  I’ll admit that death ultimately has no sting for those who love Jesus, but in this moment, it’s stinging.  It’s cutting deep.  It’s almost too much to bear.

I might ask death why nowWhy him?  I might tell death that those left in his wake hurt deeply.  Still…I would end with the hope of heaven.  The hope of a life beyond this one where death is defeated and pain is no more.

In the meantime, can you join me in praying for my friend and her family?  They need held.  Thanks, friends.

Comments

  1. Praying for your friend and family. My best friend just lost her brother this week and she and her family could sure use your prayers. Its been very hard especially for momma. Please say a special prayer for her as the next few days are going to be tremendously hard for her.

  2. The knowing that Heaven awaits a friend or a loved one when death comes makes it no easier to let them go, but allows some peace of mind.

  3. Praying for them, friend. I’m so sorry! (Looking forward to the hope and healing these 31 letters are going to bring.)

    • And I look forward to becoming well-versed in un-schooling:) I still plan to pop over on your blog and tell you what I ate yesterday:)

  4. Looking forward to following along! From a fellow letter writer for the next 31 days…:)

  5. Well said,,,,,Peace to your friend and her family….and peace to you!

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