Family Faith and Fun Friday: Flying Love Letters

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                        For the word of God is alive and powerful.

                                            It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword,
                                                           cutting between soul and spirit,
                                                                 between joint and marrow.
                                      It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires.
                                                                                                                 -Hebrews 4:12

Welcome to Family Faith and Fun Fridays. As the week winds down and I anticipate more family time over the weekend, I often ask God for one good idea that will enable me to bring the Word to life and bring our family together. Usually, the activity overflows out of something the Lord has been teaching me through His Word during the week. I’d like to invite you to join me and my family in the adventure. Sometimes I’ll post things we’ve tried; other times I’ll post an idea in the works. If you’ve got thoughts to add or suggestions on how to adapt or improve the suggested activity, please don’t hesitate to post a comment. Enjoy!
                                    Flying Love Letters

When Luke and Lizzy arrived home from camp, their bags were bulging with letters. According to my ultra-competitive firstborn, our sibling duo set a NEW CAMP RECORD for receiving mail… 60 letters in 3 days!  Yes, we get a bit crazy with “old fashioned mail” at our house. (Kudos to cousin Anna who single-handedly created half of the mail pile.)

As Hannah watched her sister unpack one letter after another, she asked, “Who are all of those letters for?”

“For me,” Lizzy replied. “I got them at camp.”
“Hmmm..” Hannah mused, “I thought camp was like a time for saying I LOVE GOD, not I love Lizzy.”

Liz stared at her sister, then dismissed the odd comment with a shrug. But my six-year-old’s observation gave me an idea. Why not write love letters to God and send them heavenward with flying colors!

So today, I gave the kids a small post-it-note-sized piece of paper and encouraged them to write (or in the case of my preschoolers, draw) a love letter to God.  “Just tell Him why you love Him,” I suggested. “Then we’ll fly the letters to Heaven!”
Once the kids had penned their notes, we headed to the dollar store to buy helium balloons. The sweet man at the balloon counter patiently poked our tiny little rolls of paper into the balloons before blowing them up.  We left with four colorful carriers for our love letters. The excitement was building!  We decided to launch the letters from the top of Cordova Tower, a unique structure overlooking the lake near our home.  Hundreds of steps later, we reached the look-out at the top and soaked in a stunning view. The lake glistened in the midday sun. The farm-fields looked like earthy quilt blocks and the emerald canopy of trees danced fluidly in the light breeze. 
 
With a prayer and a cheer, the kids pushed their balloons through the tower’s safety bars and watched until the colorful love letters were little more than a speck in the sky. 
 
“I think the angels might find mine and deliver it to Jesus,” Hannah declared.
“I want mine to land in the farmer’s field,” Joshua (A.KA. Tractor Boy) dreamed.
“No!” Hannah argued, “the corn will pop your balloon, Joshy.”
Lizzy stepped in with big sister wisdom. “Even if your balloon pops, God will find it. God sees EVERYTHING. He already knew what your letter said BEFORE you sent it sailing!”
As with all offerings to the Lord, the blessing was ours.
 
Why not write a few miniature letters this weekend and send them sailing? You don’t need a tall tower from which to launch them. A backyard will do.  And God will be smiling as He listens to the simple declarations of love that soar from your children’s hearts!
Alicia

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