Sealed, Stamped and Sent

While I had planned and hoped to write about something meaningful, perhaps actually having to do with ministry for once, I must instead share the deep insights into my possible future that have recently come to mind.

Last week I reached an important conclusion. The post office is the perfect job location for me. Mail is so satisfying on so many levels. It is exciting to receive mail. It is exciting to send mail.

Honestly, as I write letters and thank you notes to friends, family and supporters, I find myself eagerly coming up with any excuse to seal an envelope, place a stamp in the corner and write my return address. I even get excited about paying bills if involves these precious steps and the illusion that something with my mark on it will soon be travelling around the country of its own accord.

Really though, I think the most satisfying thing about mail is the sense of completion that so many other parts of life seem to lack. When else can you seal something up, mark it, put it in a box and feel complete closure?

There are many other reasons why I would enjoy working in a post office. For one thing, even though my own room is usually a total disaster, I love to organize and sort things. I could spend hours with the preschool activities of sorting colors and sizes if given the chance. And of course my nomadic nature causes me to wonder and daydream about places all-over the world. The destinations of letters and packages that pass through my hands could definitely provide kindling for that fire.

So beware. You may walk into your neighborhood branch of the USPS one of these days to find me behind the counter ready to smack a big fat stamp on your package. Or perhaps you will hear my giggles of delight from the back room as I am given yet another stack of letters to be sorted.