While I was growing up, snail mail was the only form of mail service, and going to the mailbox each day held a special excitement. Would there be a letter or package from a grandparent, a postcard from a traveling friend, a magazine, an announcement, or that gadget ordered a few weeks ago? Each day it was a mystery, and eagerly anticipated.
Of course, the news wasn’t always good. Sometimes the mailbox held unexpected bills or notices, bad news from loved ones, and in my case, returned articles I had submitted to The Christian Science Publishing Society. In fact, there were 17 returns before my name appeared in print on a testimony of healing. These trips to the mailbox weren’t so happy! And it would be two more years before my first article was published.
We are given a universal charge by divine Love to bless and heal, and one way to do this is through our writings.
