If I died tomorrow, what would people to say about me?
I think it’s helpful sometimes to think of your life this way. My parents, my kids, my friends, those who don’t even know me well, the ones I meet at the grocery store, on the plane, at the sports event. How would they remember me, what words would they use to describe me? How was I perceived? How did I treat people on a day to day basis?
If we look back even in the last week and consider this, it brings what our personal legacy will be into focus.
When people think about a legacy, they often think in terms of money, prestige or power. None of that matters to me. What matters is that people see me as a virtuous, compassionate person, someone who would listen to them, love them, offer advice, give second chances, encourage them and live the life I so highly recommend, the one with Christ at the center.
When I reflect on the past week of my life, I can already see glaring failures. Opportunities missed.
I am challenging myself to think this way more often; to realize that the little, seemingly inconsequential things, really do matter. We can merely look at someone in the wrong way, or not allow our look linger long enough to show our interest in them. What about when we half-hardheartedly listen while conversing because our heart isn’t in it? There are the times we are tired and grouchy and speak before we think. We can be callous in our topics, not taking into consideration the entire audience and things some of them might have been through or we neglect people and make them feel left out.
On a positive note though, we can also seek out opportunities to smile, to tousle that little ones hair and tell them they’re awesome, to pat that elderly one on the back and ask about their health or their grandchildren. We can tell that teenager that many have given up on that they can do it. We can seek out that single parent and see if there is anything we can do to make the load a little lighter, let them know that we really do love them, that they’re in our prayers.
Think about your own life, about all the little things that gave you strength when you didn’t think you had any left. Think about the people who spoke goodness into your life and gave you hope or a hand up from the mire. Those are some of the sweetest memories. Those are the people that you remember fondly. Just a small amount of kindness might mean the world to someone.
I know I fail often, but by the grace of God, I will grow into a more considerate, loving and giving person.
Long walks and dark chocolate 