There's something fascinating about reading the epitaphs of all those people that have been this way before me. Just plain people like me. They worked, ate, slept, loved hopefully, and cried I have no doubt. That's a given. I like the older ones, because they used to tell more of a story on the headstones. Now the words are a little canned, but I still like to honor people by looking. Taking a little moment and regarding their life as though it were something. It was something in my opinion.
I wonder what I would have on my headstone. What few words would sum me up. I hope the words joyful, laughter, and love are there. I believe in God. I do not pretend anymore to know what He thinks, but I am in this wonderful place that affords me not to need to know. So something about faith is good. I don't know. I think it's more important what others would have to say. I think that's why I'm here. Daily laying it down for somebody else. Or trying to.
I think that's why I am so love sick about my Tracy Miller. He's for me. I finally got something for me!
So what would people say about you? Or what do you say about me? (Be gentle)
I want what Ruth Bell Graham had on her tomb stone.. “End of Construction. Thank you for your Patience.”
ReplyDeleteI do not want the end of construction sign, although that would be comfortable, but I am old enough to know that comfortable isn't really want I was designed to be. Kind of think that the Great Creator of a never-ending universe will still be shaping me into something more beautiful when I shuffle off this mortal coil.
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