the anatomy of a love letter

I have found love notes and letters to be such an amazing thing. Writing one is a completely different feeling and experience than reading one.

I find it humorous how when it is written while apart, they can be filled with small talk or things that don't really matter, but it's better to write about what's going on around you rather than the torment inside due to being apart.

Or there's the kind one writes out of an abundance of love while together. those are filled with details on the depth and reaches of their love. what they love about/in the other person, their hopes and dreams.

there's the short and sweet, simple and to the point. with the right timing, these can be the moste effective.

my personal favorite when it comes to the anatomy of a love letter is the closing lines. how do they sign off? there is usually a one liner in there that causes a deep breath and sigh. :) even in the toughest guy. :)

scented, tear stained, neatly folded, quickly scribbled, sent by mail, given in person, read aloud, read a hundred times...

words are so powerful, and when they are put on paper, there they are for good! and it means someone took the time to think about you and what they wanted to say and then wrote it down. it can be easier for some people. i articulate better when i write than when i talk.

one of my favorites are the unexpected notes left for an unsuspecting lovee. or there are the ones that just move you to you core. the kind that change you and how you view things.

i've been asking myself often lately, why is it so easy to be in love with a person, work on a relationship, spend time together, treasure their words...and yet i still struggle with the very same thing with God.

i was singing the song Who You Are and it talks about climbing the highest moutain, traveling the deepest valley to find out who God is. i've climbed high mountains and walked across huge valleys. and imagined...if i had to do that to be with Jordan, i wouldn't even hesitate. if i had to do that to be with God, i wouldn't hesitate either! it's just weird...maybe i shouldn't pair them so directly?

i believe relationships on earth are meant to teach us part of who God is and how we can relate to Him. and i've learned alot about this. just a thought train i hop on everyonce in awhile.

there's a song that goes

it's thoughts like these that plague my troubled mind while you're away.

or something like that...

A Diary Worth Reading, A Life Worth Knowing

do you ever wonder if you write a dairy/journal, one day people would want to read it? Or if someone told your life story, would people really want to hear it? I love to write and to journal and i have thought about this quite often.

would i want people to read my writings? when i write about love, hate, good, bad, choice words, childish entries that embarress me....would i really want people to have access to that? maybe....wouldn't that make me more human? more relatable, accessable? wouldn't that make me more real to those reading or listening?

I think about anne frank. i'm sure she never thought that people all across the world woult know her story, movies would be made and a simple reference to her name would result in a rush of stories, memories, visuals, etc. the invoktion of tenacity, hope, determination, faith, etc.

i would like to think that one day, my daughter would want to read the many journals i've kept since highschool. that maybe, they would help her. that she would be able to see me as someone who has been through the drama and struggles of life at that age. not just a mom who can't remember what it was like. i've realized that that is a HUGE misconception.

see i think there is so much people can get from eachother's expereinces. isn't that why we communicate? to relate, to learn, to feel connected? i dunno.

i just hope that my words will effect someone. whether it be through my journals, my blogs, my testimony, my life, i just want to know that i was able to help someone, change a life, brighten a day, and give hope. i'd be okay with that. :)