“I am emailing you because we would love to include your story in this booklet!”

The sentence was in the middle of the email inviting me to be involved in a writing project for my church, but somehow I missed the detail about where exactly my writing was headed.  In my mind, I thought perhaps it would be shared out loud or more likely as part of a blog or social media post.  Any option would be totally great and well worth the invested time.  Then on Sunday morning, after getting there early to help with set-up, I saw a box filled with new papers to be handed out.  Sliding out one from the middle of the stack, I skimmed over the title, then pulled the booklet completely out in curiosity.  A lyric from The Nightmare Before Christmas traveled through my head: “What’s this?  What’s this?  There’s color everywhere.  What’s this?  There’s white things in the air.  What’s this?”  Halfway through the pages was my story.  I stood in the middle of the lobby area, completely unaware of who was around or passing by, reading over the words that I had typed onto my laptop a few weeks before.  Now here they were, on a physical page that could be turned, copied, folded, ripped, and covered with fingerprints from little hands.  There is something just amazing about that.