Got letters?

Got letters? You know, the old fashioned paper and pencil kind of letters? I do. In fact, it's the reason I pay for a post office box. Most of the time, this receptacle is jammed with junk mail intended for the previous owner. There’s the nice man who has apparently invested with Charles Schwab on occasion. Another has purchased meat through the mail which I didn’t even know was possible, and one woman landed on the American Girl catalog mailing list. So why pay for the privilege of throwing these things away? Because every few weeks a letter appears in my p.o. box, decorated with stickers. It’s a handwritten letter, usually four pages in length, from my dear friend Patsy, whom I have never met. Patsy began corresponding with me after reading one of my books. No, she doesn’t Facebook and no, she has no Twitter account or email. Patsy is one of the ladies who write me letters because that is how they interact with the world. Old fashioned? Yes. A slow form of correspondence? Absolutely, but each and every word is a precious blessing to me. Did I mention that Patsy prays for me, this darling 86 year old woman whose picture adorns my fridge? Yep, Patsy prays for me and my family and in my book, that’s priceless. Do you ever write or receive letters? Do share.