Time is precious

I know I haven't blogged in awhile and I have many things that I intend to write about but haven't, but I still won't today.

I should be cleaning my house, but my mind keeps thinking about the memorial service I attended today. I woke up today not even knowing that this lady had died, but I got an email telling me that the funeral was today. The lady was the mom of one of the kids that had been in my kinder class a few years ago. She had died suddenly this week after complications from knee surgery. So now there is a cute little fourth grader with no mom. However God is good in that he already has a very good and close relationship with an aunt and uncle and cousins who shared his mom's beliefs. I was thankful that there was such a clear Gospel presentation given since many of her coworkers were present ( she worked for a local TV station).

Thoughts I find myself having:

• when I die will my daughter remember or know that I love God and her as this boy knows his mom did
• will my witness for Christ have been bold or obvious enough or will people simply think I was a good person and that is why people like me
• what character qualities will people remember me for (esp my husband and daughter) - will they remember a smile, laugh, hugs, kisses, kind words or will they remember discontent, rebukes, harsh word

The little boy's kinder picture is still on my fridge. So now it will remind me to pray for him and his family and that each day is precious.

* I originally wrote this on Saturday