Each day is filled with ups and downs. We have good days and bad days, and days that are just “meh.” Throughout each day, there is one tiny thing that always manages to bring me a little glimmer of joy. It’s nothing crazy or weird or costly. It’s this daily task that could seem mundane, but always promises to bring me at least a small amount of joy.
That thing I’m talking about? Checking the mail.
My mailbox holds this special power. No matter how my day is going, I am always excited to get to my mailbox. Most days I open it up to find junk mail. Some days it holds nothing. But sometimes, on a special day, it holds a letter from a friend or an ornately-decorated letter from my sister or a coupon that is truly exciting or a package.
These special days of mail are the exception in my mailbox discoveries, but these days exist, and their existence brings me daily expectation, anticipation, and hope.
Hope. Maybe that’s where the magic of my mailbox lies. I think I love looking in my mailbox everyday because it brings me hope. It teaches me to look beyond what is normal and hope for something abnormal. My mailbox isn’t unreliable. I know that most days offer sales fliers and junk mail, but there always comes a day when that changes. There always comes a unique day where my mailbox offers a card or a gift or a postcard. These days are special and fun and magical. These days are days to hope for. These days hold so much everyday power that they bring me hope every single time I go to open that mailbox.
The mailbox for me is a signpost. It is this tiny, seemingly insignificant thing that holds daily hope. It teaches me to dream and to believe that joy is coming (even if that joy is a simple postcard). This power of even a tiny daily hope is not lost on me. You see, my mailbox is a lesson in dreaming and hoping and not giving up.
I never give up on hoping in my mailbox, and I don’t want to give up on hoping for the bigger things, too. I know that in Christ, there is always hope. This is a hope that will certainly never disappoint. I always have hope that the victory is God’s, all injustice and mourning and grief will be erased, and His perfect plan will come to pass.
So, maybe my mailbox isn’t magical, but it does teach me a big lesson about hope.
What is a signpost of hope in your life?
Hi, I'm Emma!
A Maryland girl who moved to Washington state seeking adventure, I adore writing and delight in sharing my favorite things. I celebrate whimsy and you can find me doing a happy dance when something really strikes my fancy.