Note

Hopewriters Day 6 Note

I remember in the 4th grade when a boy who lived down the street passed me a note on the bus inquiring if I “liked” him. He wrote in sloppy letters “I have eyes for you” with of course the eyes drawn in. At the bottom were two crookedly scribbled boxes for me to choose from. One marked ‘yes’ and one marked ‘no’. Guiltily, I checked off the ‘no’ box. I recognized the courage it took to write this but I knew the consequences of being nice, not truthful, on this could be bad. So I folded it up and passed it down the row.

Notes were the way we communicated in school when I was younger. I actually still have a whole box of notes my now husband wrote to me throughout high school. They were mostly about nothing kinds of things, such as the test that day, an upcoming football game, maybe a problem with a friend. My favorite notes would be pictures he had drawn of him and me with words full of awkward teenage romance.

Notes were a connecting point. A way to get his voice in my head and mine in his. It brought us close when we were apart. How my heart stirred when I walked into class and found a note from him waiting on my desk.
The more I think about it, the Bible is a long note written for me too. Word drawn images of Your deep affection waiting for me uncover. As I read it over again Your voice gets in my head and changes me. I am loved and pursued by the Maker of the endless starry host. He is the one who will forever write me the best love notes.