Uncharted

Not the way you plan on spending a Saturday morning, gathered in a socially distanced group, outside of a church, while friends lay their father to rest, but today it was right where I needed to be. I struggle through funerals whether it’s someone close or not because I know the pain associated with losing someone. This one was no different, but it was completely different.

As I am standing there listening to the reverend talk about their father what stood out was the importance of family. How much he loved his and how much they loved him. Two of his sons at different points in my life have been some of my best friends. Seeing their pain of losing their father, tempered with the knowledge that he’s no longer suffering was nice to be a witness to.

It did bring out the fragility of life. How someone so strong and so important could be gone so quickly. Someone who to his boys seemed like Superman at times would leave them before they were ready.

It brings about thoughts of my own mortality. Have I done enough with what I was blessed with? Have a loved my family in a way they will look back on and smile? Has my life been spent too far from God for him to welcome me into forever? Has my message reached one heart, and changed one life for the better?

If you’re like me and you wonder these questions or more like them maybe we should change. Maybe we should live for the memories created. We should start to measure our success in life with the lives we’ve touched, the smiles we’ve brought about, and the hearts we’ve changed. Rather than the zeroes in our bank account.

As we muddle through these uncharted times let us never again waste a moment. Never let an opportunity to tell someone how you feel slip through your fingers. There is no way of knowing how fleeting those opportunities may be.

Rest easy Scott, as you will be missed here you have found your riches in the presence of our God.

I love y’all.