>> Friday, October 28, 2016
I sat in my chair, my Bible on the desk in front of me, spending time with God. As I read, I wondered if one of my older Bibles had some of my notes in the margin to help me understand this specific verse. When I reached for the Bible on the shelf above the desk, it slipped in my hand and I almost dropped it. Pages fluttered and a piece of paper fell out.
Instantly I recognized the handwriting. Tentatively I picked up the note—my breath on pause. Before I could read two words, tears streamed down my face.
Thank you for loving me in so many practile ways
like hamburger gravy and cottage cheese
I experienced a meltdown.
Sometimes I go for days without the intense sense of missing my beloved. At other times, it seems I just can’t shake off the longing to see him again, touch his hand, and hear his voice—to connect.
God knew what I needed, so He provided it. Here it was, in John’s handwriting, his expression of love for me. In those moments I felt so close to him, like he was right there in the room with me.
Who knew when he had placed that note in my Bible?
In this day of high tech, I fear we are losing the connection of the handwritten word. We can quickly send a text and then move on to the next thing in our busy day. What if we took the time to send an actual card, write a note or even a letter? We cannot be THAT busy, to let those cherished connections fall by the wayside.
Somebody out there somewhere needs to read words composed by you—connecting. Words they can hold in their hands—stick in the corner of the mirror to read and re-read—to place in the pages of a book as a keepsake.
“Jonathan said, “Go in peace! The two of us have vowed friendship in God’s name, saying, ‘God will be the bond between me and you, and between my children and your children forever!’” 1 Samuel 20:42 (MSG)