Much of my time last week centered around Granda's calling hours and funeral. Planning, preparing, making sure everything got done and people got where they needed to be. And finally came the time that we sat down and focused on Granda. Hundreds of people came to pay their respects - people from all walks of life. Staff of the McDonalds my grandparents frequented, men who worked for Granda when they were teenagers, people who knew him from the farm, from church, from all over. Every single person shared about what a great man Granda was. What a hard worker. How respected.
At the funeral, with the stories people told and what we knew about Granda, there was no doubt that he loved Jesus more than anything and wanted everyone he knew to know Him as well.
It made me think about my own life. I know Granda had 87 years to leave a legacy, but what would people say about me if I died? (This is rhetoricl, btw.) Would it be surface stuff - she was also so happy and chatty! Or would it be deeper - she really loved people and invested in them! And would people talk about my love for God and how I had a passion for sharing about him?
I don't know. I really don't. And my focus on life and death and the ever-after this week has really made me think about the legacy that I will leave someday.
And I'd like it to be like the legacy Granda left.
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