When I went to the post office yesterday a letter was in my box. A handwritten letter!
I ripped it open like a child on Christmas. I was so excited.
And right now I’m drinking the tea.
To think that it was a couple of days ago when this friend put pen to paper and took the time to drop this letter in the mailbox, fills my soul with warmth on this cold winter’s day. That someone cared enough about me to take that effort blessed me.
That blessing was not diminished knowing that she is participating in A Month of Letters. A challenge to handwrite a letter everyday for the month of February.
Today I’m going to write to my mother. Who are you going to write to?
2 Thessalonians 3: 17 I, Paul, write this greeting with my own hand. This is the sign of genuineness in every letter of mine; it is the way I write. 18 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.
Evelyn Ward de Roo 
What did this post stir up in you?