There is something really special about receiving a handwritten card, the kind where the ink has paused and pressed harder in places, carrying the weight of a real hand and a present heart. This weekend, I held such a gift, along with a notebook lovingly made by my friend’s wife, and I felt again how rare these gestures have become.
Handwritten notes and homemade gifts are the rarities of life, small sacraments of attention that say,
“You were worth my time.”
A gentle longing stirs within me for a return to an analogue culture.
Handwritten letters. Seeing films in the cinema. Reading physical books. In-person visits. Time spent outdoors, breathing air that has not been filtered through a screen. We were never meant to live our entire lives online. The simple joys of tangible living are irreplaceable and can never be taken from us.
No screen can replicate the weight of a book resting in your hands, the warmth of someone’s voice when they sit across from you, or the way time slows when you are fully present. There is a different kind of knowing that happens when senses are engaged and hearts are undistracted.
Memory feels different when it is not curated for an audience. The most meaningful moments were never meant to be documented. They were meant to be lived.
📖 "Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." — Psalm 90:12 (NKJV)
When wisdom teaches us to count our days, it also teaches us to inhabit them. Presence is a form of reverence. Attention is an act of love. What is real carries a sacred weight.
💡 Reflection
Where might God be inviting me to choose presence over performance today 🤔
What small, tangible practice could I reclaim this week, writing a note, reading a physical book, or walking outdoors 🤔
Which moments in my life feel most alive when they are not shared or documented 🤔
🎺 Affirmation
I am free to live fully present. My days are rich with meaning, and I honour what is real, slow, and lovingly made.
🙌 Prayer
Father God, thank You for the gift of presence. Teach me to inhabit my days with wisdom, to notice the holy in the ordinary, and to cherish what cannot be digitised or replaced. Help me to slow my steps, soften my heart, and choose what is real and life-giving. May my life bear the quiet beauty of attention and love.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Tuesday, 20 January 2026
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