The Love Letter

Pat Lawson Westbrook

     Fourteen is an early age to agree to get married.  Even so, I agreed to marry my sixteen-year-old boyfriend.  As the year rocked on, my personality changed dramatically.  I wasn't the same happy, fun-loving person. By the time summer came along, I let him know I had changed my mind. Almost instantly, I became my old self. He even told me how I seemed different. When his family moved to Louisiana, we wrote each other often.  When I got a letter from him, I would put it in a wooden box and lock it.  One day I realized someone had been picking the lock and reading his letters. To let the person who was doing such a thing know I was on to them, I put a note in the box that read ha-ha no letters today. When my boyfriend came to town, I told him my parents were reading his mail.  With a funny look on his face, he told me instead of staying in my home while he was in town he would stay with a friend.  He left and I never heard from him again.  

The Love Letter

There is a love letter written to everyone in the world.

Like wind in the sales of a boat, the Bible comes unfurled. 

That is, if one understands the love song written on its pages.

 Each and every word has been passed down through the ages.

God is the only one that can love you freely and unconditionally.

No matter what transpires his love is there forever and continually.

He loves us so much he sent his one and only son to die for our sins.

Remember throughout the universe no greater love has there ever been.

"For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angles nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."  (Romans 8:38-39, NKJV).



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