There has been a great mystery in my life the past six months. I’m pretty sure the person wanted it to stay that way.
But alas, I am not built for not knowing things. Seriously. It drives me around the bend. I get a little obsessive and I start checking post marks and comparing hand writing.
For the past seven months, someone has been sending me lovely little cards, accompanied by a piece of chocolate, with scriptures written on them. And not just written, but very nicely done, with loops and swirls and bold and cursive. Something my handwriting could never achieve! These verses started coming when everything fell apart last October and continued for six months. They found homes on my fridge, on my counter, piled up in different places, getting splashed with food, getting read over and over.
I finally figured out who was writing them. I won’t put her name here, because she obviously doesn’t want to be recognized, but I intend to write her a private message to thank her. And to tell her to read this blog post.
These verses meant so much to me. I’ve never had anyone do something like that for me before. Completely anonymous, purely for encouragement. I learned a bunch of lessons from this experience, and I hope to keep putting them into practice in my life.
First, she did this for me without knowing the whole situation. I’m pretty sure at the time, she only knew that I was hurting. I’ve never told her about what happened, although someone else might have. But the cards started very quickly, so I doubt she knew. It didn’t matter to her if I had done something wrong or not, if I was making the right decisions or not, all that mattered was that I was hurting. She just saw another hurting woman and did something about it.
Second, we were not super close friends, and she reached out anyways. I love her, and I enjoy every minute we spend together, but it only amounts to a few hours a year. We don’t talk on the phone, or text, or message, or see each other often. But that didn’t stop her. She is a great friend in the truest sense of the word. She was there for me when there was nothing in this for her. No recognition, no accolades, no one to see her doing it. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I found out who it was, because she’s such a loving and giving person.
Third, she used the best form of encouragement possible. She didn’t send me memes, or platitudes, or quotes, or tell me to keep my chin up. Just verses. Carefully chosen to speak to a hurting heart, no matter the situation. When someone’s life is falling apart, the best thing we can do for them is to keep pointing them to Jesus. Oh, I need people too, and I was so encouraged that someone thought I was worth that effort! But in the end, we just need to keep pointing people back to Jesus.
Those little cards made such a difference to me. I would brighten up every time I would see one come in the mail. So, thank you, J, for the blessing you were to me, for those precious cards, and for the lessons learned. I can’t wait to give you a hug in person.