Handwritten Notes

It’s been some time.

I’ve celebrated my birthday, travelled to the Great Lakes and¬†returned, and¬†received handwritten notes¬†since I last published, each reminding me how sweet it is to be and have loved ones.

Each day, especially those containing a direct reminder, I should adjust my focus and remember¬†everyone needs something different from their friends.¬† Some need quality time; others need words; still others need hugs.¬†¬†A shorter drive may be more convenient than a long flight, but no easier or more important. ¬†I am called to meet my friends’ needs I can as best I’m able, in the moment, whatever the distance, no matter how much or little I want back.

Of course, I knew this already.¬† But bringing my friendship vocation to life¬†through phone calls and¬†handwritten notes is the part on which I need to work. ¬†I can’t love someone without showing them, still¬†expecting them to stick around indefinitely.

So I strike a deal with myself to meet the needs of my friends better, more often, without condition.

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Handwritten Notes