When I was younger, I always used to wonder why my Mother
kept the greeting cards that were given to her on special occasions. There were
tons of them, each bunch circled by an elastic band to keep them together, collected
over the years for birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, and condolences – and
any other occasion befitting a message of hope, joy, or sorrow.
I am definitely my Mother’s daughter. I, too, have my bundle
of cards …. well, OK, more than one. My
collection is growing each year, but I don’t expect to ever reach the number of
cards my mother had saved.
As I was rearranging things in my dresser drawer today in an
effort to become more organized, I came across a large bundle of cards –
encircled with an elastic, each containing a personal message reflective of the occasion. Against my better
judgment (and my goal of getting things done), I sat down on the bed and started
to read through them in hopes of whittling down the pile. A valiant effort ….
but, alas, all cards will go into the new box of memories delegated just for them.
There were so many wonderful hand written notes, each one heartfelt and memorable. But there was one card in particular that caught and held my
attention. The poem inside – written by Emily Matthews – was beautiful – but it
was the personal sentiment expressed by my friend, Kathy C, in a card sent to me several years ago, that demanded I
stop long enough to share the message with you now.
“I recently heard a minister say something which hit a note
with me,” Kathy wrote. “When you are down to nothing, that is when God is up to
something.”
There were many times over the past 10 years that I could
have easily crawled into a fetal position and asked, “Why me”. But it is messages like this one that have kept me strong and helped me face my personal battle with cancer optimistically. Thank you, Kathy! Your words are still
bringing me hope and determination after all these years.
Do you have a friend whose spirit could use a little lift? Send them a card with a handwritten message, perhaps one that they will tuck away in their memory bundle. You just never know how many years of joy that message will bring!
Until next time ……
~ BOptimistic ~
P.S. For the record, it will be four months this week since my surgery and I am very thankful that life is returning to normal and I am now able to resume many of the tasks of everyday life. :-)
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