I got a card in the mail last week. Unexpected. A wonderful little perk at the end of my week.
I try to write letters, try to take the time to pen a little note just to say hello, to let someone now I am thinking of them. I have gotten over the notion that I need to have something “important” to say. And maybe that little hello, that message that someone is thinking of you, is what’s important.
“All through the day we inadvertantly speak words that enter people’s lives and change them in minor or major ways and we never know it.” Eugene Peterson
lining up my words 