encouragement: i missed it
The letters, they come every Christmas, faithful as the sunrise, shedding light on their lives. We’ve known each other for over 40 years when we worked together, and she encouraged the cute “detail man” to ask me out. I say “told.” He says “suggested.” She says “encouraged.”
We visited them in Fort Rucker and then in Colorado. They visited us in Florida, held my daughter when she was but days old. And they’ve been here once–went to our son’s T-ball game. We went to their younger daughter’s wedding.
But even though they sometimes come to Michigan, their trips are hectic, and we haven’t seen them in years. And I can’t remember the last time I wrote a Christmas letter. Or any letter. I’m sure Susan wondered if her matchmaking skills had crumbled.
I’ve regretted that.
I regret the lost years.
This year she wrote about visiting her brother-in-law Fritz Rottman (who’s quite ill–will you pray?) and his wife Carol here in Michigan over Thanksgiving. I stared long at that paragraph, and then ran upstairs to find the book.
I’d first found it in the library almost three years ago but had to buy my own copy. Writers in the Spirit seeps encouragement and inspiration for writers. I wrote about it–well, mostly I quoted from it–back then. Her publisher saw the post and commented that she’d have this new book coming out later that month. I friended her on Facebook so I could keep up with the news. I wanted that new book. But except for a “like” here and there and maybe a brief comment, we didn’t really connect, and I forgot about the book.
How could I have missed it?
I should have known. Could have known.
On her website she mentions her parents (I know those names) and she talks about an old clapboard house in Marble, Colorado. I’ve been in that house!
For the last three years I’ve been connected with my matron-of-honor’s sister who lives an hour and a half away, is a writer, and a nature lover–a deep seer. Her husband–whom Susan often mentioned–is a photographer.
I never put any of it together.
I have so missed it.
And now, when I open Writers in the Spirit, I see the dedication to her mother.
I. Missed. It.
All Nature Sings came last week. I managed to get a new copy, autographed even. I’ve thumbed through it, and it’s gorgeous.
I emailed Carol. And she emailed her sister. And then her sister emailed me. And then I emailed her sister.
We’re connected again.
I’m overwhelmed at God’s timing and plan and with the treasure I hold in my hand.
I wonder what He’s going to do with all this now.
In the stillness (though I’m more giddy over all of this than still),
Linking with Jen and the sisters as we celebrate sisterhood.
And with Emily as we explore encouragement.