We've been going through our stuff. Organizing and packing. In the midst of the chaos, I've relished a few quite moments reliving the past. Boxes of memorabilia that take too much space in my attic and too much space in my heart. Old letters from a young couple just arriving on the mission field. Struggles with cultural adjustment and language. Times when they miss the freedoms and conveniences of home. Requests for prayer so they can adjust and stand strong, learn new things and grow.

As I read over some of these old letters from my parents, to their parents, I couldn't help but smile. In 50 years things really haven't changed that much. New missionaries still miss their family. They love sharing their new world with those at home that love and care for them. They love hearing from those at home that they haven't been forgotten. They still need to be connected and supported. So, whether it's typed, feather-light airmail envelopes with vintage stamps of a half a century ago or email, Skype, texting and Facebook messages of today, missionaries still need love letters to and from those at home to carry them through.