How Do I Want to Be Remembered?

I read this beautiful post by the author of Life In a Blender where she wrote how she wanted to be remembered and it was absolutely beautiful.  It got me to be thinking how I want to be remembered.  People have always thought it weird of me to think about death, but as a Christian, I always wondered why is it weird?  As my grandma says, “Only people afraid of dying are those that don’t know where they’re going.”  I know where I’m going so death isn’t something I worry about nor am I morbidly obsessed about it, but I want you to know how I want to be remembered so that should I die before you and head off to the great beyond, I hope some of what I said below will make you smile because you remembered me as this person.  Here goes…

I want to be remembered as someone that…

  • Loved Jesus, my family and friends. In that order.  I was an evolving individual who tried to live each day better than the last. 
  • Lived life on her own terms.  I made mistakes and admitted to some and not others, but I grew from the lessons I learned.
  • Was a servant leader.  I lived life trying to be of service to others.  I got the greatest joy of being in the Lord’s army and realized that I could do more serving others than anything else in this world.
  • Was a great mother who loved her son more than life itself.  Someone that put his needs first and made sure that he had all that he could but more importantly that he was reminded of God’s grace and mercy.
  • Was a lover of food.  I liked to try new things and enjoyed the fellowship and frivolity of my friends.  My friends were my family.
  • Was a lover of colors.  I liked the color of blue because it reminded me of the ocean in Jamaica.  I loved the color of yellow because it reminded me of the sun shining on my beautiful brown skin as I swam in Hawaii.
  • Was a lover of strength.  Strength in a man, car or anyone was attractive. I tried to have strength in all things but I sometimes felt weak.  
  • Had an imperfect relationship with an imperfect man who was a runner. My dad. But God built that bridge and we took steps towards a reconciliation.
  • Knew what it felt like to have a broken heart, but God heals all and in the end I just loved love.
So, smile and think about all the things you’ve done and still want to do so that in the end how will you be remembered?
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