I was there.
I saw Signed, Sealed, Delivered air on Hallmark Channel on October 12, 2013. I witnessed it's half-finished story, pondered its inexplicably diverse band of misfits, and questioned the value of returning letters. I balked at Oliver's lack of touch with reality and over-dramatic story, felt bad for Shane, had no words for Rita and questioned the necessity of Norman. And when I heard they were turning it into a series, I was like, "Yeah, good luck with that, Hallmark."
Needless to say, I had no intention of tuning in when they did. And, for all intents and purposes---I didn't. The first episode I saw was "Soulmates"---but that's getting ahead of myself...
You see my attitude towards to Pilot really had nothing to do with the Pilot---but everything to do with me. Years of hurt and growing discontentment with my circumstances were finally arriving at their inevitably bad destination. I needed diverted from Direct Line Operations before I became completely un-deliverable---and permanently miserable.
And so it was one day the following January that I was brought to my knees by the realization that I was going to have to tear open all the pain I had been carrying around and hand it over to the only One capable of restoring the envelope once I did.
When I finally had the courage to tear open that disintegrating envelope and accept its contents, I was surprised to find that there was a little something stuck in the bottom corner---hope, and a future. And with that little bit of hope, God started doing an infinite amount of redemptive work in me.
I didn't get to start rebuilding immediately---the Builder and I had to get re-acquainted first. And I guess that's where my path and that of Signed, Sealed, Delivered began to cross.
Much like Oliver's thaw, mine started with reconnecting with my feelings. As you know well, SSD certainly exercises all of them! I was surprised, and even ashamed, at how hard-hearted I had become. I certainly had not followed Theresa's sage advice to "guard you heart."
The first series episode I saw was "Soulmates," and I didn't watch again until "The Future Me." Before I knew it, I was tuning in on Sundays and tracking down the installments I had missed. The more I watched, the more of Him I saw, and the more He transformed my heart to respond like His. I changed---dramatically.
This teaching and transformation extended itself to more and more areas of my life, but, as Oliver learned in Truth Be Told, sometimes the deconstruction is only just beginning...
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