My mailman has been delivering my mail for 33 years until his retirement this year. He probably knows about as much about me from delivering my mail as anyone else in town. He was the one who delivered the love letters from Germany for over a year from 1979 through 1980.
For months while my boyfriend was in Germany, I rushed to the mailbox every day as soon as I got home from work to get that eight-page letter he wrote to me nearly every day. I frequently received three or four letters in one day, and then none for several days, because of the way the military mail operated.
I’d put everything on hold until I had read his love letter at least twice before supper, then I’d read it again at bedtime, sleep with the latest letter under my pillow, and then carry it in my purse to read on my coffee break and lunch hour the next day.
He came home on leave for our wedding and then returned to Germany to finish his last hitch of three months. Oh, my, that was the hardest part, being separated after we were married, but the love letters continued after he arrived in Germany and a few came straggling in even after he arrived back in Oklahoma after his discharge.
I got in that habit of rushing to the mailbox, as soon as I got home, and I’ve been doing it for 33 years. It doesn’t really matter what, as soon as the mail comes, I drop everything and get the mail.
Am I just as compelled to check my mail (the Bible) every day to see what the Love Letter from God has to say? Do I open the letter and read it twice before dinner, once before bedtime, once on my coffee break, and once on my lunch hour?
Do I hang on my Lord’s every Word of Love?
Some day He’s coming back and I will want to know what He is saying to me today.