Mailbox for several days.
Usually, I just get junk mail or pleas for
Money anyway.
But today I found that cards had
Piled up inside my cubbyhole,
Not Christmas cards, but
Sympathy cards.
I gathered the bundle in my hand and
Waited for a quiet spell to
Peruse them.
I appreciated the Scripture verses,
The promises to pray, and the
Handwritten notes like the one which
Said, "I know how dear a stepson can be."
Just taking the time to send a card is a
Gift in itself.
And the words don't need to be numerous or
Flowery, just sincere.
One friend has had a stroke and in her
Shaky handwriting she managed to write
Just one word on the blank page:
"Sorry."
Her simple message spoke more to me than
She knew.
It made me cry.