It’s been four days since your soul vacated its physical body.
You’re scheduled to be laid to rest in two days.
Your obituary is being typed up in the local newspaper.
Your family and friends are grieving.
… or are they?
Who will speak at your memorial service?
If he’s being honest, will the officiant have anything pleasant to say about you?
Whose lives did you touch?
Who did you help?
What did you sacrifice for a stranger?
Are you leaving behind any golden nuggets – life lessons – for your children to carry on to future generations?
It is always over too soon, no matter how long it lasts.
“Her house was always clean,” is something they might say at my funeral.
What a COMPLETELY wasted life I’ve lived, if that’s the best they can say of me!
Why are we here? What mark are we supposed to leave on those we’ve met? How will we have touched them? What memories of us will make them smile?
As I watch my six children, forging through life and evolving into amazing adults, each with their own struggles and triumphs, I ponder how much of their strength was learned from their mother. I hope that I’ve been an example of what grace looks like in the face of challenge. I’d like to believe that, through my actions, they’ve learned to find hope and lean on faith when they’re sinking.
I hope that they remember to …
“Always have a Plan B.”
“Don’t become angry at people who haven’t met your expectations, if you’ve never communicated what you expect of them.”
“Know your triggers and avoid them.”
“Slow down and enjoy life.”
“Say what you mean and mean what you say.”
“Don’t let guilt dictate the road you choose.”
“Stop making excuses and start finding solutions.”
Have I left them the proper “gems of wisdom” to find the peace and joy I wish for them?
An Obituary Awaits Us All
What will my obituary say? How will my headstone read?
What about yours?
While we can’t live each moment preparing for our death, nor should we do good, simply so that others will speak well of us, we are cheating ourselves and those with whom God has gifted us, if we don’t strive to find our purpose.
I’m over forty-years-old and am finally beginning to discover who I am, but I have a long way to go before I understand why I exist and I can answer the question, “Why did God put me here?”
We Spend a Lifetime Figuring Ourselves Out
What have you learned about yourself?
Why do you think you’re here, on this earth … right now?
Whose lives are you meant to touch?
But, if we don’t spend each day diligently seeking a deeper “us”, could it be said that our journey has already ended?