I sat down tonight to write a couple letters to some of my senior girls, and I ended up sobbing through them like a baby. At this rate, my girls will be senior citizens before I get them written.
I got to thinking about the power of words and of the custom of speaking a blessing over someone, and I don't mean when you sneeze. How can it feel so rich and deep when you read a blessing in the Bible and so awkward and contrived in our culture?
Don't worry. I'm not going on a culture tirade here.
I just feel a pressing grief tonight about having spent so much of my life without anyone speaking a blessing over me, and I'm so thankful to have this opportunity to speak a blessing over the lives of these girls.
Now if only I could write them down without sobbing. That would really be nice.
Perhaps there is someone who needs your blessing today. You never know.