a letter to lucy


Dear sweet Lucy,

I don’t know if you remember me, but I sure hope so. Because I remember you.

I visited your village for five days last year, in October, with my team from the United States. Every single day, I would look down and see your smiling face, looking up expectantly at mine, and it made me so happy! You were shy, but resolute, and I know that God is shaping those strengths in you to grow His kingdom here on earth. I’m so thankful that you’re a part of this faith journey, this love story with Jesus, and even if I don’t see you again in this lifetime, I will see you in heaven.

Sweet Lucy, how can I tell you what you’ve done for me? How can I express the tugging on my heart when I think about holding your hand and hearing you whisper your name to me for the very first time?

“Lucy,” you said, ever so quietly.

I re-live that moment day after day, rejoicing at the beauty of our Lord’s faithfulness to what He has placed in our hearts. I love Lucy. I love the name. I love the woman who made it famous. And He knew this. He made me this way. So He brought me to you. Or, rather, He brought you to me. After all, if it weren’t for your curiosity, I don’t know that we would have ever met. But, perhaps Lucy you, too, felt a tugging. You heard the Spirit and He said, “I have a special woman for you to meet. Go and find her. Seek her out in that crowd of pale faces who have come to visit. And remind her of who I am.”


I love you, Lucy, for that reminder. And for loving me without question. I hope I can be more like you someday.

Here are my hugs and my kisses and my prayers. Go play. And remember me. Remember that I love you.

Wendi

2 comments

C.Curley said...

beautiful!

brian said...

that made me smile...i love your blog
smile, GOD made you awesome
brian