Wrote a letter. An overdue one. A dear couple who recently decided to do away with their email account because it was giving them problems.
Didn’t quite know how to start… the last 4 months have been such dramatic and trying ones. So much I wanted to tell them, yet so little that actually needs to be retold.
But tell them I must, because it’s another chapter of a story of miracle & mistake. Of sad struggle & sweet victory. Of faithful friendship and familial ties…
… Most importantly, of God whom we love and worship, and from whom all blessings flow. Even blessings that don’t look like blessings.
It was strangely therapeutic to be hand-writing this letter. Writing has become a much slower process than typing. Perhaps that allows the mind and heart to catch up with the body – and pen truly meaningful words. The writing allowed me to notice that the same letters came out different when written with different emotions. I couldn’t help but smile when I realised that it is when I’m given lines to follow, that I can’t write straight…
Included a handful of printed emails with the letter – emails they would have otherwise received. Checked that the font was bigger, so that it’d be easier for them to read… Putting the prints together for these two friends was a needed trot down (recent) memory lane. Really, has all that happened in only two months? Wow.
I’m glad I wrote it all down – so that I can remember Who is still in charge.