Living lost letters
We are letters to the world. But sometimes we get lost. We get lost on the wind of the world and end up in the dead letter office. Two things can happen from there. One we are sorted and our address is discovered and we arrive safely at our destination. Two, we are so lost that we can never be directed home and we are thrown into the furnace and destroyed. The thing about living lost letters is that what happens to them is in part their own choice. When we are discovered among the ‘lost’ pile there will always be someone there to try to pull us out and set us on our correct course. *We chose* if we let the help reach our hearts and set is on a forward path. If you are one of the someone who are there to help others find their destination, remember, you are a helper but you cannot choose the end result for them. If they do not chose to be saved that is not your fault.
So my fellow letters. Which pile will you choose?