One day as I was thinking about the people in my life, one person in particular came to mind. The more I thought about her, the more I began to think that I should tell her how much she is appreciated. The battle in my mind ensued. There was a little voice that said, “ah, she knows she is appreciated, she has a million friends and colleagues that affirm her every day”. That voice was replaced with reasons why my words of encouragement would really be insignificant. I won’t bore you with the list of all the reasons I thought I could avoid the thoughts.
After a rather lengthy battle I tossed my thoughts to the wind as if to say, “it probably doesn’t matter much; on with my day now! I headed out to run my daily errands and then headed home. On returning home, I decided to sit outside with the dog at my side and a good book in my lap. I no sooner got set up for comfort outside when the thought returned. It wasn’t like it was this great spiritual awakening or anything. It was more like the tiny nudge had been replaced with a booming voice, telling me to sit down and write a note of encouragement. In my attempt to make it quick and painless I started at the computer, composing an e-mail greeting. But each time I hit the back-space key to start over, the word “personal” began to prick my soul. So finally I gave in to the fact that this unexpected word of encouragement was going to happen, and that it was going to happen in a thoughtful, careful and tangible way. I got out my note cards and my favorite pen. In my best penmanship, which is not so pretty, I wrote a note of encouragement, placed it in the envelope, sealed it and took it to the post office.
The more I thought of it, I was reminded of people who have taken time over the years to write me letters; with their own hand, with their favorite pen touching the paper with each stroke of the hand as unique as the person writing it.
It is nice to get text messages, phone calls and e-mail, but there is just something so personal about receiving a handwritten message from a friend. It, to me, feels like having a part of that person with me and it is undeniable that the words are well thought out and meaningful because it takes more time than the average typist’s 55 words per minute.
Even though my life is more immersed in technology today than ever before, I still try to take time once a month to write a good old fashioned letter. With paper, my favorite pen and my questionable penmanship, I carefully write each word. I hope and pray as I place each letter in the mail that it will arrive in the hands of a person who needed “that word” at just that moment.
As you read this today, take a minute to think about someone who might enjoy receiving something from your heart, hands and home and write! No words will be wrong if you are thoughtful and write!
Thanks for stopping by!
Amy L. Potts