While in middle/high school, I enjoyed walking down my drive way to get the mail. It was especially exciting to see one addressed to me…Joy!
While in college, I would often stroll by the commons area to see if there was any mail in my mailbox. It was especially exciting if there was a “package” slip in the mail, which meant I had to go to the mail office window and pick up a package. At least once a semester it was cookies from Effort United Methodist Church…..Joy!
When AOL first came out, and before spam emails were everywhere, the familiar “You’ve got mail!” was enough to make me stop what I was doing and see what popped up. And if was an actual email from a friend…..Joy!
Now, when my cell phone buzzes that I have a text message, I am quick to look at it and see what came through. And if it is a message from a family member or friend….Joy!
Why the joy? Because all these pieces of mail in their various forms are proof that I exist, that I matter, that I am loved.
On Sunday mornings, going to church gives me the chance to check my “spiritual in–box.” The prayers, the hymns, the scriptures, the messages, the gathering of people…..all these help show me the message from God that to God, I exist, I matter, I am loved.