In the 1970s, personal computers debuted, becoming more common in the 1980s, but not until the 1990s did computers become a household item. 

In the past. written correspondence served us well; regrettably it’s quickly becoming a lost art. Yet even today, there’s something special about receiving a hand-written letter.  

This blog is intended to spark your insight into your own relationship with written words you have written and/or received over the years and from whom? How were you shaped by this? The best example I can share with you includes written correspondence from my mother. Our military marriage took us on a global mission. I still feel a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach and the depths of my soul when I recall how much my mother's personal letters meant to me as a military wife, far from home feeling disconnected, uncertain, and often insignificant to the larger mission.

Through letters, mother would draw me close to home by sending ‘little things’ which seemed to arrive on just the right day: old news clippings, cards, or small treasures that sometimes brought me laughter; at other times, tears...always reminding me of her love and faithfulness. At most difficult times, mother's words kept me from throwing up my hands in despair, assuring me that I was not alone. Her hand-written letters brought me a breath of life, wisely spoken in due season - an infusion of strength via mail. In return, my letters provided the same gift to her.

It’s important to note that back in the day, we had no internet, email, texts, no facetime - such amazing resources simply didn’t exist! Written correspondence usually required a two-week delivery before turning around. Letters to and from my mother and grandmother were priceless! These letters were a gift; treasures that served me. They were a life-source of love - tangible evidence I could touch & feel. Hand-penned letters served as a lifeline, although I was too young and inexperienced to realize their significance at the time.  to realize it, these letters carried me through the storm. 

Writing matters. Our story matters. Sharing our story is a pathway to significance.