Thank You for the Soul
When the dark night of the soul overtakes me and I can’t sleep for wondering how on earth I could’ve so terribly wasted this wonderful life I’ve been given, I sneak down the stairs, carefully feeling with my toe for the edge of each step so I don’t stumble.
Patting the door jamb, I close the door behind me and turn on the light of the book-lined room where I kneel on the scratchy rug.
The velvet-covered footstool creaks as I open it.
I paw through the mementos until I find the letter, slipping it from the envelope.
The handwriting on the notecard is extravagant, for the writer was extravagant. I flip to the back of the card where he says, “My belief in God and myself is stronger because of your belief in me.”
I run my fingertips across the words then return the card to the envelope and drop it into the footstool where it waits with the other words of thanks that stand ready to resurrect and do their duty when the next wave of incertitude hits me.
I liked this. The message I got was that we should hang on to the tokens of our effectiveness. I plan to follow that advice..
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Sometimes it’s hardest to accept compliments from others. To get them in writing is really special. And, as you said, to keep them for times when we need them, that really helps.