The Vanishing Letter

Have you spent much time with a toddler? Have you had the chance to observe their minds as they learn? Their world starts simply and takes on depth as they assimilate information. My brain also tends to work in circles and pictures, so I am not sure what that says about me. I often come back to themes I’ve previously, partially parsed with the Lord, but I love it because every time God brings me back around to a subject, the illustration in my mind gets richer and clearer. This time He revisited the object lesson of one-sided conversations with me and He used the vanishing letter to do it.

The letter to which I refer was written by me. You know when you have an idea and it feels important, as if God were prompting you for reasons of His own? The letter had felt like that. In all honesty, I had been meaning to write it for awhile, but suddenly, it felt urgent. So I wrote it, mailed it, and wondered what kind of response it would get.

Would the letter arrive at just the right time so as to provide encouragement to its recipient when it was crucially needed? I mentally did the math and estimated when it would arrive and waited with anticipation to find out what impact it would have.

I never heard anything. That was months ago and I found myself, on this day, wondering if the letter had ever been received and read, or if it had vanished en route. And I was feeling a little miffed.

God let me sulk for a minute before He reminded me that He had written me a letter. He poured His love and very life into His written Word and I had left it unread this particular morning. He woke me early from my sleep and put a song in my heart which I’d barely noticed. He had painted a beautiful, but vanishing, sunrise, and I had not opened the curtains. He had gifted me the resources to have a delicious breakfast, and I had gulped it down while scrolling on my phone and couldn’t remember if I’d even thanked Him. He had provided comfortable clothes and good shoes and I’d donned them without so much as an acknowledgement of His provision. And here I was, out on my walk, pouting a bit that I’d never heard from the recipient of my little letter?!

Bible and guitar on a quilt: the letter
Photo by Keilah Gepte on

I realized it was very likely that the urgency to write the letter was never for the benefit of the recipient, at all. I needed to write and send it so God could use the stewin’ I was doin’ to teach me. I was so humbled. I wondered at how I’d felt irked by the smallest thing and there was God, whom I had offended far more, taking the opportunity to be intentional with my heart and so lovingly correct me.

I went from curiosity about how God would use the letter in the recipient’s life to an appreciation of how He used it in mine. He showed me the importance of responding to Him and appreciating the miracles He offers to me everyday; and how vanishing on His gestures makes me guilty of one-sided conversations.

(Click One-Sided Conversations if you’d like to read the original post on the subject.)

Friend, have you been oblivious to the ways God has been loving on you? Does the lesson I learned from the vanishing letter have any relevance for you? Thanks for listening. Thanks for sharing. Thanks for coming along as we learn together how to see through the fog in our hearts and into the most amazing love ever offered. It is offered freely to me and to you. Are we noticing it? What have you received from the Lord today?

“Where can I go from your Spirit?  Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.”

Psalm 139:7-10