There’s a folder in my desk stuffed with letters – some 40 years old or more. Despite the passage of time, the handwritten swirls of ink from friends and family continue to inject wit, understanding and love. Within these folded pages are the annals of people who make an impact in my life.
In these days of e-mails, status updates and tweets, we have lost the meaning of the letter. The impersonal world of the instantaneous leaves us longing for something deeper, something with relationship. Blogs are the closest thing we have to letters today. Within them are unique perceptions, revelations of personalities and inspirational insights that we can read – and then reread, hopefully tucking them away in our hearts.
Around the High Calling Network last month were plenty of “keepers,” blog posts that keep on breathing. Monica Sharman and I were amazed at the many writers who spoke to the sands of time trickling out of our fingers. Perhaps there’s the realization that summer was rushing headlong into fall, that vacation can’t last forever.
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