The majority of our celebrations are centered around remembering. Memorial Day is about recalling those who gave their lives in service of their country. Birthdays celebrate the day of our birth. Thanksgiving we pause to remember all of our copious blessings.
Yet, being remembered seems to be something we desperately struggle with as parents raising exceptional kids. People develop "compassion fatigue" listening to our stories that don't produce the happy ending they desire. While others join Bunko leagues or run their kids to soccer practice, we're at the children's hospital with ours again. Life marches on for others as we are pushed to the margins.
It cracks a parent's heart into a thousand isolated, painful pieces.
I am more like the criminal on the cross next to Jesus, "I stink, I know. But, Your Highness, I humbly ask that I would even momentarily cross your mind when You reign in glory."
I want to be like Joseph, known by what God can do in and through me. Even if I am blown off and forgotten, knowing that in due time, the Lord will bless me abundantly. I may be frustrated, sitting in darkness, but my Rescuer shows up.
I know how I want you to remember me...
- Above all else, I want to be remembered as a FIERCE lover of Jesus. Without this fulcrum of my life, nothing else matters. I am just another face in the crowd. I look just like the world. But in Him, ALL things are possible. Wrapped around Jesus, there is a joy that transcends any, ANY circumstance I may face.
- I want people to recall that I laughed no matter what life threw at me. Trusting in Jesus, I want my crazy, sassy humor to reflect blessed reassurance. I want to be like the Proverbs 31 woman, "She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come." (Proverbs 31:25, NIV)
- And speaking of strength, I want to be remembered, not as a strong person in and of herself, but as one who found ALL of her strength in the Lord. I am a wimp. I fall down every day. But I want people to see that I kept getting back up because I grasped God's mighty hand and was lifted beyond anything I faced.
- Really, after Jesus, my immediate family's opinion of me matters most. I want my kids to always remember me as their relentless advocate and their tireless trainer. I want to release them into the world loved, equipped, and pointed to Christ. "Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it. " (Proverbs 22:6, NKJV) I want to be faithful to that mandate and be remembered in that way by my precious kiddos.
How do YOU want to be remembered?
PRAY: Jesus, I don't only want to be remembered by You but remembered as being for You. Guide me to live in such a way so that when people see me, they see You in me.
~ Barb Dittrich