How do you want to be remembered?
If you didn’t know, I work in a profession that stares death in the face more often than I care to think about. The natural life process is something that I see, interact with, and come in contact with more than most. And that pushes me to ask myself this question on a regular basis:
What will people say about me when my life is over? What will you be remembered for?
I want to be known for love:
A love for Jesus.
A love for his people.
A love for nations.
A love for culture.
A love for others.
A love for the Word.
A love for good food.
I believe that the list could go on, but these are the top of the list.
But I think more than that, we want to be known.
I was in a situation this week that made me realize how much that this is the cry of this generation. People don’t want you to travel to their country to paint a wall. They can do that. They want to be known by other people. People want conversations, friends, and LOVE. We all want to be known. People want you to stop on the street to let them know that you realize they exist. I had a lady at work say this to me yesterday: “Your smile looks so nice on you. You look like you are having a really good night.” The reality is that we weren’t. It has been a hard day at work, but I do my best to make sure that while in public I don’t let my face show that. That lady had no idea what she meant to me when she said that. Not as much because of what she said, but because I was noticed, because I was known.
The issue comes out though that we have to be able to get to know others more so than desire to be known ourselves. We have to be willing to lay down our own desires to realize that we were placed on earth to let people know of the love of the Saviour we love. I truly believe that this is the heart of the father.
Are you willing to make other’s known, to help satisfy their desires in their hearts, to be more like the heart of the Father?
That is a challenge I am taking for myself as I enter into this season called The World Race.
Til Slavery Ends,
Kristy
