Glad Tidings once more

There is a giant mess in my front room currently. Several boxes are on the floor, their contents in disarray. My writing desk sits askew on one of the boxes, waiting for me to pull it once more onto my lap. Discarded papers from stamps and sticker sheets probably line the floor in between the messes, though I have thrown away what has been used up. Cards are piling up as I finish this year’s “glad tidings” project…. I send a card to every single person in my address book, which amounts to about 250 families, give or take. And while I got a late start this year, I am determined to get it done by the end of the weekend. Cards may be late this year, but they will be out, just as they have been the last three years.

It almost didn’t happen this year.

You see, I send cards out almost every Thursday, although holidays, illnesses, and even a few doctor’s appointments have caused disruptions in my routine. I have done so for three and a half years. But there are times I don’t feel like sending them out. Over the past year in particular, certain people have decided that this ministry that I do isn’t mine… that it belongs to them even though I have always carefully kept it separate from the other things I do. They’ve tried to take over my work and claim it as something bigger and that I must keep it going for their sake’s. At times, those incidents have left me so frustrated that I almost have thrown in the towel and called it quits.

Others have been unappreciative of the work I do. Radio silence and returned cards have happened. One even went so far as to mail back things I had sent. And even though I remember the birthdays of everyone I can…. I only received three cards in the mail in November on mine. Those kinds of incidents dishearten me as well and make me wonder why I even bother.

But I think of the ones who have been blessed by this little gift of mine…. The ones who have sent me messages out of the blue telling me that I am the only one outside of their family who even gave them a card. The ones who send me cards throughout the year to thank me for what I do. The ones who gift me cards and stickers and even stamps to keep me going. The friends who find little trinkets to give me reminding me that this little project I started in July of 2022 is really a big deal. They help me to keep going, despite the hardships and the crazy, despite those that have attempted to take this over, despite the radio silence and the returned cards. There is lots to remind me that what I am doing is magical and full of the love and peace, hope, joy and light I try to exude all year long.

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I had to hop on this trend….

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And so, even though this year I am a bit late on the card writing…. I am getting it done. Thanks to friends, a secret Santa, and a wonderful sister in law and her early Christmas gift, I am armed with plenty of stamps. Because of others, I have a giant box of holiday cards. And if I have an address for you, you’re getting a card. Plain and simple. Likely there will be one of my author cards in it too….. I like to let people know what I am up to in this old story of mine.

Stay magical, friends. Keep writing your own story. I know I will.

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