O, a lost Heavenletter

How many Heavenletters unwritten are there?

I am thinking of Heavenletters as they knock on my door when I am in the middle of something or on my way somewhere. Before I can sit down at the computer, the idea flies away.

At the time, I hear a first sentence. What will follow, I don’t know. I am intent in getting that first sentence down. It is all-important to me, and, yet, the thought fades, leaving me crestfallen. O, a lost Heavenletter.

There are so many Heavenletters, yet Heavenletters are not a dime a dozen. Each one is a precious gift. How can I not get the thought down fast enough? Each time that happens, I vow it will never happen again.

Sometimes it is at night, and I’m in bed, half asleep. I tell myself I will never forget this thought. I repeat it to myself several times, locking it in. But when I wake in the morning, I remember I had a thought. For the life of me, I cannot remember that first sentence. Of course, I must have pen and paper right beside me to write it down.

What I do know is that anytime I want, any time the opportunity is there for me to sit down and write a Heavenletter, a Heavenletter will come. It is the most important thing in the world to me, and yet eating and sleep or the phone ringing may get in the way.

Maybe some day I will be able to write down Heavenletters all day long, though I imagine God will always want a balance of life in the world and life expressly with Him.

Some day God and regular life will be the glorious one and the same!

Soon, I hear whispered. Soon.