Christmas celebrations have been relegated to memories,
the decorations stowed in plastic tubs in the attic,
but I never have known what to do
with the cards of family and friends.
This year, when we received them,
each card was taped to the screen porch door,
and a sweet fellowship greeted me each morning.
When I took them down at the first of the year,
I tucked them in the cubbyhole of the treadmill
in order to read through them again,
one by one.
And as I did, I prayed for each person,
for families,
for their joys
and for strength through their struggles,
because I know that beneath the smiles,
we all wrestle with something.
I would move the cards, one by one,
from one cubby to the other to keep track.
It is April,
and I am still praying.
The cards are a reminder to me
of fellowship
and prayer
and that God loves you
far more than I ever can.
We give thanks to God for you all,
constantly mentioning you
in our prayers...
1 Thessalonians 1.2
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