This past week I was thinking about a blog post, and what I felt like the Lord wanted me to write. I was searching long and hard to try and find something meaningful to write, some sort of advice I can give you. Turns out, I’m fresh out of advice and what The Lord wanted me to write down and post is really simple if we don’t over complicate it…. What is your life about?
Last week Jordy posted about letting your song be about God, a metaphor for living a life pointing to Jesus. I want to piggyback off that topic.
We walk through life wanting to be recognized for different things, for success in our job, relationships, and financially. But what happens when that day comes when you are taken from this side of heaven and on to the next? How will people really remember you?
Recently, one of my close friend’s mom went to be with The Lord. I attended the service to celebrate her life this week and I left with an overwhelming feeling to focus in on the important things in life.
Often when life gets out of control, I frantically panic like as if I am drowning to try and find something in my life that I can control. For me, that’s my body image. Not even how others perceive me, but how I see myself. I try and control everything about the way I look and I start to quickly form some unhealthy habits. But, when I die people aren’t going to say, “Megan was a great girl with a killer bod.” And, even if they do, that is not what I want to be remembered by. I want to leave a legacy so ingrained in the life of Christ that it is impossible to separate memories of me from Him.
This is how Betty Porter is remembered. She radiated the light of Christ so brightly that she brought whoever she came in contact with closer to Him. It is impossible to remember Betty without thinking of the One who created her.
I want to be like that. I want my legacy not to be about me at all, but about how I fiercely loved others with the overwhelmingly powerful love of Christ.
No matter how hard I try to control my circumstances or my appearance, Christ is in control. And ultimately, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Trying to keep up with the world is exhausting, but being held in the arm of your Father is life sustaining for eternity.
What do you want to be remembered for? What will your legacy be?