Do you know someone that works away from home? I work in an industry where people usually find themselves working for weeks away from home then taking a few weeks to be home with their families.

It’s a very common way of life to some people. Like my family. In fact for several years, we even went on the road with him so that every night before my kiddos closed their eyes they could pray with their daddy.

It’s not an easy life. However it’s the very life that puts food on the table and raises up families. Occasionally there are things situations in my day that bring me pause and I see Jesus in my day.

The mail that comes through the office is much and after they do a mail run, I usually end up with several boxes on a bench in my office. Boxes from online shopping or catalogs don’t let men lie to you, they shop just as much as women. I have proof, the boxes are stacked high.

In the middle of all those shipping boxes was one that stood out like a sore thumb. It carried a handwritten label and it was decorated with bright marker pictures and messages on all sides.

The messages when the box was rotated made a little cartoon. It was adorable. I didn’t get too close because I try to respect people’s privacy but when the worker came to pick up his box, I got to watch.

He literally couldn’t wait to tear into it. As he opened it, several of his buddies gathered around to see what he got. From vitamins to chocolates to some movies and then hand written letters, his smile got bigger and bigger as his hand disappeared each time into the box.

It was a never-ending parade of loveliness. This man and his burly oil field worker friends were literally covered in oil and grease but were ooo-ing and ahhhh-ing over colored pictures torn from a color book and all the thoughtful touches his family had included in this box from home.

I had to look away, one of those moments that you don’t want to intrude on; the pure joy that came from such a simple thoughtful gesture from his family. Later on though, it kept popping into my head and I remember all the boxes we packed up for our guy when he was active duty.

Back before email was so easily available, we still wrote snail mail letters and carefully thought out packages for him. The girls were tiny littles but they were constantly thinking of things they wanted to send daddy.

Every colored piece of paper, every note from their teachers (good and bad, bless their honest little hearts), we once mailed a half-eaten bag of skittles because “we always share," it wasn’t about the cost involved, it was the time and the thoughts.

Those packages would later evolve to include luxury items such as new pillowcases, the extra soft toilet paper and bags of beef jerky, anything to make his life a little more comfortable as we was away.

It’s the same concept when you consider that someone spends a major portion of their time separated from their loved ones. Watching the happiness it brings got me to thinking? Have I sent the right cards? Have I took the time to pick up a few cards and pick a few people in my life that I think of often but seldom have time to reach out to, have I made an effort to send them a note or a card letting them know I’m thinking of you. You popped into my head today and it made me smile. I’m sorry we don’t talk as much but I still giggle every time I think of you. I need to send cards.

Is there someone in your life that is working away from home? Grab a few things and send them a little package of “love, hope and thoughtfulness”… pick up a few cards and drop a line in the mail so that when someone is going through their bills, they find a little jewel.

Kalynn Brazeal is a conservative, Christian wife/mom/country girl carrying around an MBA, several decades of business experience and a strong opinion. Dividing her time between Grand Lake and North Dakota, she continues to share her column on life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness and cake. She can be reached by email at