Then, just last weekend I decided to clean out and organize my closet. I was ready to really purge myself of some clothes and shoes. As I worked, I discovered an old Converse shoe box on a top shelf. The lid was dusty, so I brushed it off and looked inside. I discovered all kinds of things-- my old green and gold beanie from my freshman year of college, a few old photos, some special notes from friends in high school, a collection of letters my dad wrote to me as he worked away from home, and then there were the cards. I found a mix of birthday cards and "just because cards"-- about six in all. Each one was from my mom. The years ranged from 1988 to 1999. I hadn't looked at them in a very long time. In fact I had completely forgotten about them! I suppose I saved these particular cards because my mom had written extensive notes to me in each one.
I opened the first card and there they were--the words I so wanted to hear. Only instead of spoken, they were written in her perfect cursive handwriting.
"I love you, Em!"
"I want you to know that I'm very proud of you-- the inside and outside of you."
"I wanted to give you a permanent reminder that I wouldn't trade you for ANYONE!"
"Remember that no matter where you lay your head at night you are much loved at home."
"Just wanted to let you know how important you are to me."
"I pray for you everyday!'
"I love you!"
I read through each card thanking God that I was able to hear her voice once again.