It's been a while since I've blogged. Mostly because work, and the 2.5 hour drive a day, doesn't leave much time for else. However, this weekend the wife went out for the night, and with the heat, most of us are indoors. Which grants me a moment to myself.
Made another trip around the sun this year, and find myself sharing, giving and serving as best as I know how.
It hit me the other day - I'm in my 50's. Don't ask me why I thought this - I suppose as we get older, we're more mindful of where we're headed. And I wondered - what will it be that triggers a memory in the mind of my family when I'm gone?
Will it be a scent? A song? A favorite show perhaps? Will it be a picture, or a random Facebook memory (more likely :))
Whatever it is, I hope it'll be a great one, one that's more apt to bring a smile rather than sadness. And that brings a prayer to God of thanks for a life well lived.
I want them to remember me as a husband/father/grandfather who loved Jesus, and who tried to Honor Him each and every day. Who maybe had lost his way at one time or another, but in the end, lived a live fully for Him.
One who, either through his work or through his church, attempted to make an impact the best he knew how. One who was eager to share lessons learned, a listening ear, helping and serving where he could.
Someone who was extremely grateful for the life he'd be gifted, after so many years of suffering. Who gave of us his time and his money to those in need.
In fact, I don't want them to remember me as me. I want them to remember me that I was a child of God who lived as such.
Who, at the end of his life, only longs to hear, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."
That's want I'd like it to be . . . .
