This week I’ve been going through my old greeting cards. Engagement, wedding, Christmas and baby cards; thankyou notes, letters and Orders of Service from funerals and weddings… There must be hundreds of them and I haven’t kept them all!
I’m now looking for ideas to reduce their storage space. There are dedicated sites online where people suggest recycling, scanning, throwing them away or cutting them up to reduce the thickness of the card. These blogging ladies are many years younger than I, but have they ever contemplated an old age where they might wish to read their cards? They say they’ll remember all those loving messages. Mmm…
I had a few laughs yesterday at the notes on our grandchildren’s drawings. The mother of one wrote that she’d asked him, ‘what is it?’ Her three-year-old replied, ‘Just scribble’. That comment made my day; it fitted his older personality perfectly!
And the sole letter I have from my father? One of his grandsons wants a scan of it to compare Grandad’s spidery scrawl with his own. Where else would he find such evidence? And the two letters from my husband? I’m privileged to have them! There’s definitely a need for less detritus in the world; we can’t keep everything. But what if Moses and Ezra, and the readers of Paul’s letters had been declutterers?
The part I enjoy is remembering the people: the ladies who added to the pleasure of my wedding day with a pretty card and encouraging words, or a poem that I’ve shared many times with other young brides.
Then there are my sons’ words which touch my heart. Some men don’t find it easy to speak the love they feel, but a card allows them to. I see the personality in each one. Before peeping inside, I can tell that it is from my eldest, for instance: unique. Another son signs with his own special funny face cartoon. I can see him every day if I wish, but after all these years, his cards are not only from him, he still comes with them.
And the ones from the girls: my daughters-in-law, grand-daughters and my daughter! How much tenderness, love and thought has gone into every message. I reach out to them as I read their words. Just writing about it on here moves me to tears. I also have many tiny notes that were handed to me during church services, with pictures, spiritual encouragement and words of love from my little girl.
I feel sad for the people who cheerfully dispose of the cards that dear friends and family have taken time to buy for them. I appreciate them all the more because they write loving words, and in some cases, cleverly craft them especially for me.
When I see how few Get-Well cards I’ve accumulated, I’m grateful to the Lord for his gift of health. He doesn’t send greeting cards, but he’s given us his wonderful words. Read the Psalms and feel his love and everlasting care.
King David wrote, My choice is you, God, first and only. And now I find I’m your choice! ~ Psalm 16: 5 (The Message Bible). Imagine opening a card and reading a message from our Heavenly Father saying, ‘You are My choice!’
What if my home lay in the path of a fierce North Queensland cyclone, and my cards, computer, and everything else I treasured, were blown away in a huge involuntary decluttering this very day, would those words from God be enough?