I, Paul, write this greeting in my own hand.
We had been married two years when an untimely and unexpected death in the family devastated us. A letter from our mailbox began, “My dear children.” It is the only letter I ever received from my paternal grandfather. His handwritten letter was an outpouring of love. I visualize the distinctive penmanship and compassionate message to this day. It meant the world to me.
I love the convenience of sending and receiving email and text messages. But there is nothing quite like the personal touch and warmth conveyed by a handwritten note.
Paul dictated his letters, but added endnotes in his own handwriting, claiming “this is the distinguishing mark in all my letters” (2 Thes 3:17).
Someone in your circle will treasure your written words more than Hallmark’s.
Your handwriting, like your
fingerprint, is unique.