Last month hubby and I went to the funeral of an older man.
I have been to many funerals that made me cry, laugh and sigh, but this one made me want to live better. Not eat healthier foods and get more exercise, but to live each day with a desire to make life better for others.
It was said how he adored each day with his wife of the last few years. They had met each as widowers and found that the other made their days better.
Children, by birth and by marriage, spoke of his support, his acceptance of them.
Grandchildren spoke of how their grandfather always had time for they and their friends, at his home or the family cabin.
Others spoke of his support as a friend. How hard working he was in his occupation, before retirement. His joy in supporting a summer camp, with his physical strength, his financial support and by sending his children and grandchildren to attend. His commitment to his creator, and his joy in sharing that relationship with others. His active attendance in his church, and to his church family.
As I sat through the memorial, I found myself making mental notes. I found myself desiring to live the rest of my days, with my own funeral/memorial in mind.
Maybe that is what we should all do … live our lives as if each day would be taken into consideration for what would be shared at our final service.
Most of all, I hope that, in the end, I have left a legacy of love and that I have pointed to Christ, for all the joyful blessings as well as for the strength when the blessings are fewer to see.
itsawonderfilledlife 