Letters From My French Girlfriend

Letters From My French Girlfriend

When I was in ninth grade in Guatemala I met a French girl who came on a mission trip. Her name was Catherine Anne. Say that name with a French accent. Ooh la la. Now you understand why I was so intrigued with her.

I don’t even remember what she looked like. But for months we wrote letters to each other. I found those letters the other day.

Sitting there flipping through pages and pages of ridiculous teenage ramblings, I remembered that it took exactly two weeks for our letters to reach each other. As soon as I got a letter I would immediately write her back. Then one month later I’d hear back from her. She would write me back on the same day she received my letter.

I remember the anticipation I’d feel when we went down to the Apartado Postal in Guatemala City. It was exciting. I couldn’t wait to see if there was a letter from her.

I realized how much times have changed. When I don’t hear back from someone in a day I assume there is a problem. Or I just get frustrated.

I started thinking maybe there is something healthy in anticipation and waiting. Maybe a lot of the problems I face today come from the fact that I can get everything I want way too fast. Maybe I need to get back to the days of enjoying the anticipation that comes with waiting for stuff.

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with … patience. Colossians 3:2