Monday I felt really compelled to write a letter.
and i knew exactly to whom it was supposed to be written
words flowed so easily and I was able to express so much to this person
so much that I wrote three pages worth.
after I had finished writing it
I didn't know if I should send it or not
I knew that the words flowed freely
and I had never been one for well composed thoughts
I knew then that God had written the letter
no doubt.


I stared at the envelope on my desk for several passing minutes
the whole while I was struggling with sending it
I went ahead and decided to write the adress, and put postage on it
I didn't know why I wrote the letter,maybe I was wrong
or maybe God had me write the letter for me to keep, and remember.
doubts crossed through my mind, and dreadfully I walked to the mailbox

I have been dreading a resonse from this person for the last few days, what would they think,
would it go over okay? I knew it was the right thing to do, but it wasn't easy. Was it the right timing?

My mom got a phone call from that person today,
it was my Grandma
she was crying as she told my mom about the letter I had written.
My grandma said she had read it over and over, and was planning on reading it again today. She said the letter really encouraged her. And how she wished my mother could read the letter.

Why do I not trust my Father? Having God speak to you, is crazy. I wish I was so in tune to him and others that I would hear him more often.