|Thanks, Beth, for the mail love this week.|
You're the ones who live this extraordinarily ordinary life with me. You're the ones on the other side of this computer screen who weave words together in a way that speak directly to me. You're the ones who help me raise my kids. You're the ones who come to my parties and support my crazy ideas. You're the ones who teach me and encourage me and brainstorm with me.
You meet me at Zaxby's on the night kids eat free and we have seven kids between the two of us for just this one night. We catch up in broken sentences while we parent the seven who are 6 and younger around two tables.
You send me mail just because, but it arrived at the beginning of my birthday week alongside a package from a favorite relative of mine. My kids and I enjoyed the new tunes on the way to school this morning because of your generosity. And I'm looking for the perfect home for your beautiful photo that speaks some of my favorite truth from Romans 8:28: "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."
You write me conversational emails that make you living far away bearable. You leave me lingering voice mails that make me momentarily feel like I'm sitting on a couch with you. You've seen me grow up. You've seem me make life-changing choices. You've sat around my kitchen table.
You have just the kind of link-ups I need to recognize that God is working and has so many stories to tell, and not always in the ways I expect. You leave comments and encouragement. You affirm the lessons I'm learning with stories from your own life.
You married me. You cared for me. You've loved me in my worst moments. You've stood by me and cheered for me. You've laughed and cried and dreamed and traveled with me. You make courageous decisions that are building a legacy.
You -- the collective you -- help me in this life. You inspire me and motivate me. I honestly don't know how I'd do life without you. You're brave and bold and willing and available. You text me and bless me when I'm worn down. You are missed when we have to readjust to a new season. You hear my rants and love me anyway. You are you. And that's just the kind of dreamers I need in my life.
Tuesdays are God-sized Dream days around here and I'm linking this post along with many, many other dreamers on Holley Gerth's blog. \So many names and faces came into my head with this week's challenge to write a letter of encouragement to another dreamer, yet I kept coming back to this collective community of people who don't necessarily know each other but together truly spur me on in my everyday life.
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