Lizzi has written a powerful message on legacy, as she and her family bid farewell to their Nana. I can’t adequately capture Lizzi’s passionate writing, so please head over to her blog and read for yourself.
Lizzi concludes her post with these questions: What would you like to be remembered for? Have you ever wondered about life, whilst commemorating its passing? Who makes you thankful to be alive and learning?
My dearest teaching widower and I are nearing the statistically likelihood of our deaths, although we’ve all learned that age is no protection from the inevitable. Before I was saved, I simultaneously wanted to die and thought I would live forever. I no longer fear or long for death. Well, I admit there are hard times when I cry out, “Jesus, beam me up!”
I want to be remembered as a lover. A lover of Jesus, first. A lover of my husband. A lover of my relatives and my church family. A lover of thousands of students.
I do wonder about my eternal life and especially the new earth. Will dogs and cats be able to speak? Will I be able to stay next to Jesus while I also explore the galaxies with my dearest widower? Can I re-negotiate the marriage deal then? I never want to be away from my dearest widower. Will there be toilets and will we need them?
Who makes me thankful to be alive and learning? God. If not for his intervention, I would have died in infancy and many times after that. I’ve experienced a multitude of brushes with death, and here I am, by his grace.
If you do not have this faith, I sound stupid. I used to tell a therapist (who did not have this faith, either), that religion was a just crutch for the weak. I mocked anyone who believed in God. The name of Jesus made me sick. How could God allow the destruction of my soul? Where was he during all those dreadful years? Now I acknowledge my weaknesses and ask, “How could God have redeemed my soul and saved me from death? Why me?” Now I know where he was and see what he was doing. It makes me want to shout for joy!