Postmarked to Heaven

My little girl was so quiet the other day. She’s never quiet.

But that day, to my surprise, she was silently sitting at the table diligently coloring away. After a few minutes, she came to me smiling, holding a wrinkled piece of paper in her hands. “Look, I wrote a letter to Gung!”

“Gung Gung” is a Chinese name for “grandfather.”

“Mommy, how do I mail this to him in heaven?” she asked hopefully.

My heart sunk a bit.

I gently put her on my lap. She lowered her head and whispered sadly, “Mommy, I miss him.”

At four years old, she wears her heart on her sleeve.

“I tell you what,” I said to her. “We can send it to Poa Poa. I’m sure she will take real good care of it for him. Gung would like that.”

“Poa Poa” is a Chinese name for “grandmother.”

She nodded. She was okay with that. Thankfully. It made her happy that her Poa Poa would be able to read it.

I glanced down at her letter. She had written the only sentence she knew how to write: I LOVE U. She had drawn a heart and a flower with seven blue petals. The letter was sparse. But her crayon markings were purely heartfelt.

I have no doubt, she had totally, completely, honestly poured out her whole heart onto that paper.

And if she could, I am sure, she would have sent that letter first class, priority mail directly to heaven’s front porch.

It brings tears to my eyes as I write this.

Thinking back on this past Sunday, I remember a conversation I had with this sweet-spirited older woman at our church. She and I have only talked a few times. “I love you, Kim! God bless you!” she had said as we ended our conversation.

Her words were a little surprising. But it made me think.

When we see someone through God’s eyes and love them as He does, we are in a way, sending a love letter to heaven. It honors and blesses Him. It is His commandment. It brings Him joy when we choose to love each other. And especially, I think, when we take the time to brave those words and really mean it. There is nothing greater.

Sometimes it’s as easy as a love a little girl has for her dear grandfather. Sometimes I know, it can be so much harder.

But yet, either way, it is truly a gift to be able to share these words with each other while we can.

I encourage you, go and tell someone you love them today. Heaven’s mailbox is waiting. 🙂

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. ~ 1 Corinthians 13:13

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” ~John 13:34-35

17 thoughts on “Postmarked to Heaven

  1. Oh, Kim, her sweet letter brought tears to my eyes as well. Three little words that we are often so reluctant to share. But I completely agree, it is a truly a gift to be able to share these words with each other while we can. Thank you for this beautiful reminder today.

  2. I can say that I LOVE this post!
    Very powerful.
    It’s always amazing what we come to understand in new and better ways through the innocence of a child’s eye.
    Thank you for sharing such a wonderful message.

    1. Thank you! It is amazing for sure. I think God uses the smallest of us to show us big truths about Himself. I also think we can learn a great deal from animals too :).

  3. Love this and her sweet, sweet letter. I love how children know how accessible heaven is. Heaven feels so near and real to them, that they believe sending a letter to Heaven will work. What faith that is! But, it is so true. Beautiful post today, Kim. You are absolutely right, sometimes it is hard to admit to love and caring for someone. But, it can bring so much joy. Thank you 🙂

    1. Thank you Marla. Your comment as always is so uplifting. Yes I am amazed at my kids’ faith. They simply believe and trust even when they cannot see. 🙂

  4. Beautiful…thank you for sharing a story that is sweet but also probably heartbreaking for you to retell.I love how a four year old can call us to speak those words that can come with ease or difficulty through a touching story of writing a letter to her Gung Gung. By the way–it is fun to hear what other people call their grandparents. My family is Czech and we call our Grandmothers Babi (Buhbee) and our Grandfathers Deda (Jeda). People look at my kids so funny when they here them talk about their Babi and Deda!

    1. Thank you Amy! I am amazed at how much God teaches me through my children. It is absolutely humbling at times. Buhbee and Jeda …I love it! I love how it changed into words all their own. I had to learn how to say Gung and Poa Poa (actually pronounced Po Po) as these are names my husband grew up with. 🙂 The diversity is pretty interesting!

  5. So sweet, Kim. What a precious little heart she has. Letter writing, card sending, even the simple thank you note, it’s becoming a lost art. A lot of kids don’t even know how to address an envelope anymore…it’s all about texting or email. I can only imagine the joy it will be for grandma to get that little gift in her mailbox. Your spreading His light and love! Blessings, friend. 💛

    1. Yes grandma was able to send back a letter to my daughter to let her know she got her picture in the mail! My daughter was so happy. Receiving a card in the mail was the highlight of her day! I agree (and am so guilty) that letter writing has become a lost art. 😦 Thank you for your encouraging words about spreading His light and love… what a humbling honor to be told that.

    1. I am so sorry about your loss. 😦 I know it can still be so hard… especially during the holidays, when our loved ones absence is felt all the more. As much as my kids miss their grandfather, I do have to remember that they were blessed to know him. They got to go on trips and created many memories (and we have a ton of pictures too). So I am grateful. Thank you for your comment. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving this year with your family.

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