After nearly 8 weeks of parading my get well cards in the lounge, Carol has called time! And perhaps as well because they somewhat dominated our living room. But, as I look now at the pile in my hand, I must express my gratitude to all who sent them. It takes considerable effort to find a get well card, especially if choosing with a particular person in mind, and then to write a personal message in it and mail it. I loved my email messages but you cannot handle them in the same way!
Because I was locked down, drugged and immobile, I spent considerable time valuing each and every card. Some showed beautiful scenes. I happen to love trees and landscapes and several drew my eye into glorious countryside and seascape. I especially loved the ones showing a path through woods with sunshine in the distance. Several were humorous and one unintentionally so. Sent from the deaconesses at First Baptist Church, Wheaton in Illinois it quoted Ps 84:5: Blessed is the man whose strength is in Thee. However, the picture showed a stout pair of walking boots, a map, compass and rucksack. For a man wobbling on crutches it seemed somewhat pointed!
Several had Scripture verses that I had time to ponder: Jas. 4:8, 2 Cor. 12:9, Ps 105:5, Ps 115:15, Ps 130:5, Ps.25, Lam. 3:22-23. Most had personal notes, sometimes even a letter, all of which I read with the greatest of care. My family sent me home-made cards with pertinent illustrations. Elliot drew a hospital trolley! Some surprised me, like a card signed by all the members of the table-tennis group. Actually, many surprised me because of the kindness and effort shown.
I think you can tell what these cards have meant to me! Thank you for so brightening these past weeks.