The Write Way

My coworker and I were bewailing the fact that no one writes letters the other day. And in fact, that day, it did seem like it had become a lost art and I was doomed to only get cold, emotionless emails for the rest of my life. But then, I started cleaning out my room because I am moving a week from tomorrow. A week from tomorrow I move from Creel back to Gaston!! A small move in some eyes, but it really signifies that school is starting up, and I will soon have my friends back! So, here I am amongst the boxes, towels, scrapbooking supplies, schoolbooks, and a random assortment of other items that I forgot I had saved. And among those random things, I found . . . letters.

Some of the letters were 'Personal and Confidential' and depressingly filled with news of my next school bill. A few were paycheck stubs or letters from my bank. Those, I think I could do without. But there were other letters. I found the letter that my roommate wrote for me at the end of last semester and it made me anxious to see her again. I found the first letter that my best friend had written me right before she left for a weekend first semester and it made me laugh (and marvel at the how quick we had become so close). I found the letters that my mom and my little sisters had sent, detailing the activities of the day and they made me miss the everyday occurrences at home. I found the letter that another roommate had written at the end of the semester and it made me get on my knees to pray for her and her family. I found the singing letter that some wonderfully thoughtful friends had sent as my first care package and, of course, I sang along to You Are the Music in Me. I found letters from ladies at my church and I remembered that people all the way back in Missouri still love and pray for me (even if they aren't in my family). And I found letters that I had written to myself, mostly during church services when my pastor would say something that impacted me and I wanted to remember it.

So you see, letter writing isn't a lost art. In fact, I just wrote a letter tonight. Because, as much as I love and care for all of my friends and family, I don't always get a chance to tell them how much they mean to me in person. If I can't do it in person, then I will write a letter. Yes, postage does cost money (at least it cost my mom some money to send me stamps), but even if I had to buy my own stamps, I would still write letters. And clearly, I know several people who think the same thing.

I'm going to keep all my letters from college in a box, because I guarantee that someday I'll be feeling kinda low, lower than the floor, and I'll need to read those letters. Thank you to all my letter-writing friends. And to anyone who hasn't written a letter recently . . . you should try it. It'll be good, I promise.