Air Mail

There is something intriguing about letters. Nothing can beat the feeling of opening up the mailbox to find (beneath the bills and junk mail) a hand written, hand addressed letter with a unique stamp in the corner. But not only do I absolutely love getting letters, I love sitting down and writing one. Writing a letter, for me, is therapeutic on a rough day; it must have something to do with being able to write down my thoughts and feelings, lick the envelope and then mail it away.

The other day, I was talking with a dear friend who commented, "You are such a great letter writer." Since it had been months since I had sent her a letter, that comment stuck with me. I began to think about how letters last; I thought about the whole stack I have in a box under my bed. Whole books containing letters have been published such as the missionary Paul's letters to the Corinth church, the church in Ephesus, as well as Paul's encouragement letters to the Apostle Timothy. While I have not written thoughts any where near as profound as Paul's, it makes me want to write letters that was turn yellow in age, ones that future generations will find and be changed by.