During the conference I am attending there is a service project, making cards for our troops. They are cards for the troops to be able to send to people in thier lives. It’s a great idea. When you are serving overseas, how do you get a Mother’s Day card to your Mom? Or a birthday card to your child? Or celebrate your child graduating from high school? So throughout the week we are encouraged to spend sometime making cards. I wasn’t tired enough to go to bed at the end of this exciting day, so I wandered over to the card station. A couple people were there finishing up their cards, so I sat down and started some of my own. For teh next hour people meandered in and out. We were creative, we laughed, we commented on how hard it must be to be far away from your family, and we gave thanks for the brave men and women who are protecting our freedom.
One of the guys who was working with us on the cards served in Vietnam. He told us a few stories from his service days and how much he thought this was a good idea. He wished he had a few of these cards when he was in service. He also told us about his challenges is moving from the military to civilian life, and how being creative helped him find more of himself. It was poignant to hear about a man’s military service while we were making cards for our current men and women in the armed forces. It made me feel good about our organization spending time doing something important for someone else.
Today you may go to your own mailbox and uncover all sorts of junk mail, bills and miscellaneous catalogs. You will rifle through the ones you want to keep, and throw out the stuff you really do not care about. Somewhere there is a family member of someone serving in our military and they are opening an unexpected card from their loved one. At that moment nothing else matters. Who cares what bill arrived or what catalog was received. All they will see is an envelope from the one they love with a special message just for them. I am glad that I was able to make some of those cards, knowing that one day a mailbox somewhere in the world will have that sentiment inside.