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Day 19

Hey, Page Turner here! Back for the Valentine's Day Countdown, day 19! Okay, so imagine this scenario. You're doing something totally harmless, maybe eating a bowl of cereal or reading a book. Suddenly, your phone's text message alert chimes. Excitement rushes through your body and your heart beats faster. You reach for your phone beside you, but it isn't there. This is a code red emergency! You dash across the room (spilling your cereal), stub your toe on a chair, and finally reach the beloved device, cradling your foot. You hastily type your password in (a complete waste of time) and click on the text symbol with trembling hands. The image pops up after a ten second excruciating wait, and your see the text bubble image. "hey," it says, and you recognize it as a text from your best friend, "how r u doing?" You sit down in a chair, relief and excitement on your face. You're touched by the fact you're friend wanted to talk, and that they care enough to send a text. "good' you text back, "spilled my cereal'.
          Okay, so that might be an exaggeration, but who doesn't love getting mail? Love stories center around it (You've Got Mail, Lake House,) and almost everyone's experienced the thrill of getting a text. In the olden days, people actually used to mail mail. Crazy, right? Sweethearts would get love letters, friends would exchange news, and family members would touch base. In World War II, the soldiers would send and receive letters from loved ones, and people in the prairie  would get married via 'mail order bride.' The tradition of Pen Palling exist to this day, so I think it's safe to say that mailing letters is a very rich part of our history. Isn't it cool how easy it is to show someone a simple act of love? Just send a text that says, 'thinking of u', if you don't have time for anything else; or you can send a long email, call them, or jump into the car for a visit. I know that this Valentine's Day, there's a lot of options for the official valentine. We've got email, text, a Facebook comment, a cell phone call, the mail, or carrier pigeons. I think that if you don't have time or resources, live in a separate state, or have an uncanny fear of glue and pink construction paper, then by all means call, text, or email. However get's it will be so excited and happy of your thoughtfulness! But if you can brave the paper, and want to send something to a best friend, sweetheart, or a family member, use the mail. Let those postman stretch his legs! Buy a card, make one, or whatever. Just take the plunge and pull out the envelope. (Basically, I'm speaking to you, guys. Don't give your girlfriend a text message. Mail something pink and frilly--it's simple.) Anyway, however you decide to mail your valentine, via text, email, carrier pigeon or other, whoever receives it will be touched at the loving gesture. Well, if that rocks your boat, imagine this: the God of the universe wants to talk to you. Yep, God's not just speaking to the kings, and queens, the CEOs, or the popular kids. He wants to talk to you, and He loves you! Prayer is an important and wonderful part of having a relationship with God. He loves you and won't be bothered by you. He has enough time, enough power, to listen to you. So celebrate Valentine's with prayer, a Valentine to a loved one, and a bowl of chocolate. (me and chocolate, again, man). Beep, beep, you've got mail: "Happy Valentines Day!"                                                                                                                                            <3 page turner 

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