Postcards From Heaven

The mailbox was at the end of the downstairs drive way. Running up the stairs I would carry the long awaited postcard from my dad to my room, away from the peering eyes of my two younger brothers and read the words that were meant only for me.

“Dear Beth,
I’m in Brazil right now and even though it’s summer there, it’s cold and rainy here.
I hope to be home in a few weeks. Help your mother and look after your brothers.
I love you, Daddy.”

“Dear Beth,
I saw the Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace in London and it looked just like the front of this postcard. So many people were watching too. I hope to be home soon and bring you a doll from London. Mind your mother and
don’t fight with your brothers.
Love, Daddy.”

“Dear Beth,
Sorry I missed your birthday. Hope it was a good one. I know you are busy with basketball and your school work. I hope to be home the first week in March. Don’t forget to help your mother and watch your brothers.
Happy Birthday. Love, Daddy.”

He didn’t call much. People didn’t back then, so letters and postcards were special. The words of love may not have been any different on my card than the words he wrote for my brothers, but when I read the card addressed to me, they were my words—words from my daddy.

I think of those postcards sometimes when reading scripture. Even though the words may be read by others, I still feel like they are words just for me, words of love, words from heaven, . . .words from my daddy.

What would your postcards say?


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Beth Fortune

Beth has a passion for God's Word. Through her writing and speaking she allows the heartbeat of the Father to flow through her words. As an award-winning writer she’s a contributing writer with Christian Devotions and has had stories published in two "Chicken Soup For the Soul Book" Series in addition to other anthologies. Some of her articles have been published in Focus on Family’s "Thriving Family" magazine and Dr. Charles Stanley’s "In Touch" magazine. With a degree in Ornamental Horticulture she loves gardening and enjoys giving gardening talks to churches, schools, and community groups but her real enjoyment comes from sharing God's truths and encouraging others. She and her husband live in Mauldin, SC where they are in a season of caregiving for her father-in-law in the home. A diffiult season, but one in which God continues to show His grace. You can visit her at

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  1. Thank you Nan. I always loved getting my dad’s postcards and it reminded me of God’s words of love to us. The words are there, we just need to read them and receive them. 🙂

    Thanks again friend,

  2. I remember postcards. 🙂 How special that your dad took the time to write you when he was away. I love the analogy — and it’s so true. God’s Word is personal, revealing the heart of our heavenly Father. This makes me smile. 🙂

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