When my boys were young, I thought I would write letters to them as they were growing up. My idea was that I wanted to leave a legacy of sorts – a catalogue of my thoughts about them and about what God was doing in their lives as they grew up.
My deepest regret is that I did not pursue this more faithfully. In the busyness of life, I failed to follow through on this project.
Recently one of my boys – Wesley – asked if I was still writing these letters. I explained how it fell through the cracks of the business of my life and he asked me to continue the practice. So now, in my later years, I decided to follow through on this intention. I want to redeem the days that I have left by leaving as much of my heart for my sons in writing so they have a way to continue to know me better going forward.
Michael, Wesley, Nathan and William: this is for you – because you know who you are.
The Boy On The Train
For Michael, Wesley, Nathan and William Hey Guys. I saw a post come across my Facebook feed the other day and it made me think
William: I see you.
I’m writing because I see you. Maybe not all of who you really are. Maybe I see my vision of you. But it’s where I
Michael: Do you still remember the turtle?
Michael; Do you remember the day I picked you up after work and brought you home from your grandparents’ house? Grandma had invited you to
Wesley: Son, I still feel the same way.
For Wesley - because you asked. Hello, Wesley. It's January 10th, 2020. And I don't know if you remember this, but I'm certainly anticipating you
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