I went to a funeral this week. I’ve blessed enough to not even remember the last time that I attended a funeral before now. It was so long ago and I was so small that I barely remember it at all. But this week there I was, among a crowd of people saying goodbye to someone that we’ll never see again here on this earth.
There’s a whole lot in between birth and death. The way we treat each other, the words we use, and the way we live say more about who we are than anything else. Our priorities are a reflection of our character and the things we treasure mirror our heart. My prayer for all of us is that we make each day count. We should be able to go home at the end of every day and feel as though we did something meaningful, that we helped spread some joy, that we helped heal a hurt. After I’m gone I want those who knew me to be able to say that I loved with everything that I had in me. I want them to say that I put my Savior, my family, and my friends above anything else in this world. To say I didn’t only go after my dreams, but helped pull others up to reach theirs. In the end I want to hear “Well done my good an faithful servant” (Mattew 25:21).
None of us will be here forever. What will your legacy be?