It was seven pages of a heart conversation.
An expression of love and gratitude written from my mother to hers.
The letter was dated December 31, 1958.
It seemed so fitting to find it on Thanksgiving Eve.
This treasure surfaced last night as I was searching for old pictures.
There is just something about seeing my mother’s handwriting….
Insert ugly crying here.
Before texting and emails, there was the lost art of letter writing.
As I read her words, I could hear her voice narrating the letter aloud as if she were sitting right beside me.
She was in “sentimental mood” as she put it, missing those she could not be with during the holiday season.
I know this ache.
Many of you know it, too.
So she did what I always knew my mother to do: she put her thoughts on paper.
Sometimes her thoughts came in the form of a letter, sometimes a poem.
But they always came from her heart.
Heart conversations to those she loved.
This particular letter had been addressed to my grandmother, Mom’s brother Dick and his wife Jane, and their two children, Dicky and Faye.
She had a word for each of them.
Pride for Dick, for the husband and father he was, with a “wonderful faith in God and mankind.”
Love for his wife, Jane for teaching her about the virtue of patience.
And a heartfelt poem to my grandmother, because “they have not yet thought up words to describe you.”
She was grateful for each one of them in her life and took the time to tell them just that.
Paul wrote letters as well.
He had a word for God’s people and shared his gratitude for their role in sharing the Good News.
“Every time I think of you, I give thanks to my God. Whenever I pray, I make my requests for all of you with joy, for you have been my partners in spreading the Good News about Christ from the time you first heard it until now. And I am certain that God, who began a good work within you, will continue His work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns. So it is right that I should feel as I do about all of you, for you have a special place in my heart. You share with me the special favor of God, both in my imprisonment and in defending and confirming the truth of the Good News. God knows how much I love you and long for you with the tender compassion of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1: 3 – 8
Friends, words of love and gratitude are timeless.
And on this Thanksgiving Day, know from the bottom of my heart I give thanks to my God for all of you.
Blessings in heaps!