I have a unique perspective and outlook on life.
Some things attract me when others look down with disdain.
In this modern world that is so different than my childhood,
I’ve adapted to the social world and found interesting accounts,
And I treat them as if they are letters from home.
I’m sure I cannot recommend them to you. They are my interest, but I’ll try.
There’s a jack of all trades named Anne (with an “e”), and an Alaska Cabin Life.
There’s Melissa, the homemaker. Oh, and Garrison, the storyteller.
Before I go further, you must take special note.
It’s writing I’m interested in – not videos, pictures, or such.
Later in life, the fax became an avenue for news and newsletters.
Barnabas comes to mind, and maybe you received them too?
Then email became the source and bane, for its almost totally junk.
What’s next? A resurgence of old, perhaps? Will there ever come a time
When will we receive a stamped letter from home?
Remember the good ol’ days, and I’m sure you were better than I.
Waiting on the postman to deliver juicy news and letters.
From family, friends, and even a stranger or two.
Mail time often meant gathering time as we looked for tidbits.
Remember those olden days? Letters from home.
A pen pal in grade school. I wish I could remember his name.
It didn’t last very long, and I’m not even sure I remember the country.
But the idea of sitting down and reading from somewhere afar
Set the stage for thinking of life beyond my small footprint.
Letters opened the stage to another life beyond.
Today, my postal account will send me a daily email
Of all the letters that will arrive, Screen images of envelopes.
No surprises, mostly junk, and every so often, something interesting.
We miss those personal notes. I’m not good at writing them.
But I sure love to receive them. And save them, I do.
Archie Campbell used to read them on Hew Haw.
Garrison Keilor would sit on the park bench
And share the news from Lake Woebegone.
Minnie Pearl would read them on the Grand Ol’ Opry.
And Tom Bodett would write them all in a series of books.
Maybe the best letters ever written are the ones we read from Paul
Books, chapters, and verses are full of sage news of how to live in cryptic times.
He would write and share to towns, cultures, and particular followers.
He cared. He was responsible for creating all those Letters.
Letters we still read, though he’s gone on Home.
I have a book of letters written by God to me.
Though my name is not found in a greeting or a salutation per se.
Still, if I read that book, I’ll find his love letters to me
On how to grow and become the best I can be.
Dust it off. Let it open slowly. Begin reading and studying.
That’s God’s letter from home.
