a lost art

     I was reminded recently of the impact a simple note can make. 

Several years ago I wrote to a family I did not know well, to encourage 

them about something sad we had in common. I never heard from them, 

nor saw them again. But because of what we share in common, 

I often think of them and wonder if they ever received the note.

     But one day, the father of the family sought us out at church. 

We didn't even know if they were still at our church. He remembered that 

note all these years later, and had been wanting to thank us, and to let 

us know how much it had meant to them that I had written it. 

     Lesson to be learned: no feedback means nothing. Just do what 

you know you are to do, and let it go from there. 
God does His work, using your little part.

     Yesterday was National Handwriting Day. It seems a handwritten letter 

or note is almost a lost art. Do you still write handwritten things? 

My hair stylist told me that her daughter's biggest thing about getting 

her driver's license was doing her signature correctly. Not parallel parking. 

In fact, she begged her mom to teach her cursive so she could 

do a proper signature. No, they hadn't taught it in school.