I enjoy writing letters by hand. I often write and give letters to Zion family members as well. In this digital age, where a short birthday greeting can be sent with just a few taps on a mobile keyboard, there is a reason I choose the “inconvenience” of handwriting. When I carefully press each word onto paper, I am able to think solely and deeply about the person who will receive it. I believe that handwritten letters are one of the purest ways to express a true heart.
One day, as I was writing letters while picturing the faces of the sisters, I suddenly thought of Heavenly Father, who wrote countless love letters to me over the span of decades. How often must Father have thought of His children’s faces while writing the many books of truth, year after year? Feeling overwhelmed, I paused my writing for a moment, took out the book The Mystery of God and the Spring of the Water of Life that Father had written, and opened to the preface.
“This book is about the last secrets of God, which have been hidden only for the last remnant . . . Whoever thirsts for the truth, please study this book. If you cannot understand it fully, visit us without hesitation.”
As I read, I could vividly feel the sweat, tears, and boundless love Father had poured into His work for the salvation of His children. Father traveled rugged mountain paths day and night to deliver the message of salvation, and even when physically exhausted, leaned over the dim light of a lamp to write His heartfelt letters. Realizing that I was now reading those very letters moved me beyond words.
How many years must Father have spent writing and rewriting these letters until they could finally reach His children? Even though no one may have recognized His efforts at the time, Father quietly confessed His love to us through His writings. That day, feeling Father’s love more vividly than ever, I finished writing my own letters with a heart full of emotion.
The next day, the sisters who received my letters were truly joyful. Seeing their happiness reassured me that my heart had been conveyed. I thought to myself: Father must also be looking down from heaven with great joy, watching His children read His letters, dream of the glorious future of the gospel, and walk hand in hand with Mother.
Father, thank You for finding me. Thank You for loving me. I will quickly find our heavenly family members who are still wandering the world without having yet read Your letter, and together we will return to Your loving arms. Father, I miss You so much. I love You.