Love. I have packed a box as full as I could get it, and then added just a few more things. And as I wrestled it closed with the miracle that is packing tape, I thought, “The postage is going to cost more than the contents are worth. If the postage is over $50 I’ll just unpack it and send the cash.”
But no. That didn’t seem right. Because you can’t put a price on Love.
This package is for my daughter Rebekah, at Bible College in Fort Worth, Texas. She has friends coming for a tea party and a movie, but no tea things, no bedding if they want to spend the night on her air mattress, and no movies to watch, which is what they’ve suggested they want to do.
She has one plate, and nothing on her walls. “Mama, I want you to come and visit and help me with my little house,” she said over Christmas break. Code: “Mama, I want you to come and visit.” (She calls me Mum via e-mail, Mom in person, and Mama when she’s lonely.)
Well, OK. I will. But for now I’m sending Love in the form of a package. And now that it’s all packed and addressed, I feel that ridiculous sense of joy and accomplishment that sending Love in the mail always brings.
I’m thinking over what I’ve sent: two sets of sheets, a lovely kitchen painting of a giant red pepper, and then a sacrificial gift – the collage Rebekah made as a child that shows me her heart every time I look at it. It brings me joy, but it is now hers.
Then there is a tea set, a Pioneer Woman plate (also VERY sacrificial giving) to match the one she has, two other personality plates, a sack of hanging paraphernalia (stick pins, hooks, nails) along with safety pins, tape, scissors, and a Leatherman-type tool.
What else? There is some gourmet summer sausage, canned meats, two beautifully wrapped gifts from a friend (I know what’s in them, but I can’t say), and a book she’s going to love.
And then a favorite movie per her request: Amazing Grace. Well, why not add two or three others? I chose National Treasure, Letters to Juliet, and Enchanted.
There are a few more items for decorating, and a love note to go with the Love.
So, as I have now convinced myself that I will send this package regardless of the cost of postage, I will also urge you to put a little something in the mail to someone you know. Someone who might enjoy a bit of Love.
It costs fifty cents to say, “Hi. I love you. Bye. P.S. Please write back soon.”