I received another card today. This one came from a retired couple at our church. It contained a message of encouragement and hope and ended with a little comment from the wife that she liked my new hairdo—the short cut I got in preparation for cancer treatment. The card made me smile.
I have received so many cards in the past two weeks—from people at church, from neighbors, from relatives, even from people I haven’t seen for quite awhile. My Facebook page lists numerous comments offering prayers and encouragement and cheering when I get good news. Each time I look at the cards parading across my hutch or read the messages online, I am amazed. So many people care about me. I would never have expected it.
As an introvert, I generally try to avoid attention. I am content working quietly in the background. Because of that, I may not realize how many people care about me. However, cancer forced attention upon me. As word got out, I heard from others who had walked this road, and their stories helped me. I received extra hugs at church. And the cards started coming. Each card brought smiles and sometimes a tear or two. Through those soothing images and simple messages, God showed me His love, as well.
As I read through the cards that decorate this room, I am grateful for each person who took the time to write a message and send it to me. Those cards impart one of the most empowering messages I could ever receive: I am loved. What more could I ask for?