My mom was a marathon letter and journal writer. I can still see her seated at our kitchen table each morning writing, writing, writing. Even after Dear Sister gave her a computer, Mother continued to scribble away in her spiral notebooks she always seemed to have on hand. I have to agree with her. There is something about moving a pen across a clean page of paper and making it all your own.
Mother created the most interesting letters regarding what was going on in our lives, pondering current events of the day, or relating some little anecdote from her past.
When I meet up with one of her dear friends they all tell me the same thing - I miss her letters so much. I know how they feel. I LONG for one myself.
Mother didn't just love to write letters. She loved to read them as well. Paul was her favorite letter writer with his letter to the Romans as a particular favorite.
While Mother did all of her letter writing at a kitchen table Paul would have followed the custom of the day and would have sat with his writing perched in his lap or on his knees. Yes, I know there are very famous paintings of Paul sitting at a desk with an oil light, but it just isn't an accurate picture regarding most of the letters.