As this blog post goes live, my husband and I expect to be seated at the memorial service for a young woman of 26. She was much too young to die, but the rare and aggressive cancer that took her didn’t care. Her faith never wavered, and, through her three-year journey, she demonstrated grace under pressure and compassion for those around her. While her parents, family, and friends grieve, Amy is dancing, pain-free, on the streets that are gold.
A few months ago, my family grieved the loss of our 32-year-old niece. Both young woman had so much to live for. So much love and passion and joy to give and receive. It’s heartbreaking to see them leave us. Grandparents should not bury their grandchildren. Parents should not bury their children. We expect the old to die while the young live, but there are no guarantees, are there?
Contemplating death leaves me introspective, I suppose. While I’m not looking forward to my turn coming up, I’m more concerned with the legacy I leave behind. How will I be remembered? Will I be remembered as stingy with my approval, my money, my time, and my talents? Or will I be remembered as someone who took time for others, who brought joy and laughter, and who pointed others to Jesus?
It’s sobering to think about. God gives each of us twenty-four hours in every day. How are you using yours today? How am I using mine?
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