I feel like I've been smacked in the face with mortality.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to the memorial service of a friend's mom. She was a spicy lady I met only one time, a little rough around the edges, who made me smile. I hoped she would recover so I would have the chance to know her, but no. Her service was a lovely glimpse into the life of a giving and loved woman who followed the Lord with practicality. I felt like I got to know her a little, in listening to the memories, laughter, and tears of her friends and family.
Yesterday I went to a memorial service for a young mom from my church, who died unexpectedly. We were casual friends who didn't walk life intimately, but still, I was jolted over and over last week with the odd feeling that I was going to wake up from a bad dream, that I would walk into church on Sunday morning and see her vibrant smile. Of course, no. Her service was full of memories, tears, love, laughter, faith, and the call to follow Christ.
Very soon, I'll be participating in the memorial service for a long-time friend who is approaching the end of this life. We've spent precious time together over the past 4 months, wrestling with questions about suffering and death, sharing thoughts about life and eternity, encouraging one another in the pursuit of Jesus. I've treasured the enormous privilege of ministering to her through song as she's grieved loss and battled pain. Her service will be a beautiful testimony to a life well-lived.
Earthly life is a vapour; how am I spending mine? Someday I'll wake up to my real Life, and I want the memories of me to be sweet. I want to be known for my passion for Jesus. I want to be remembered for love. kindness. compassion. generosity. integrity. authenticity.
How about you?
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