I started a huge project a couple months ago—sorting through fifteen file boxes full of old personal letters dating back to the late 1970’s.
I spread the piles by years all across the floor. As I put them into binders, I relived my past.
In Mom’s cabin loft, I found all the letters I’d written to her. I was amused by how optimistic I was even in the midst of going broke in my early twenties.
As I reached 2010, one thing was glaringly obvious—letter writing had become more rare.
But if you get any personal letters—I promise, they are worth saving. They are worth writing too.
As we begin a new year, may you look forward to what’s ahead, but also have time to review how far you’ve come.
We’re on a journey, and it’s one that I’m thankful to share with you.
As I close Friday Tidings for the year, I’ll leave you with a prayer I wrote on New Years Eve 1978:
Dear Lord, I sure needed your help this year. I’ll need it again next year. Thanks for being with me, even when I’m not always here for you. I don’t know what this new year will bring, but You do, so help me find my way.
May 2025 bring you a wealth of wonderful stories to live and to share.