In Memory of Mary

Today, I went to the funeral of Mary, a 47-year old woman, whom I never met, but really wish I had. Mary was the wife of one of Husband’s colleagues and had finally grown tired after a long illness. I never expected to cry so much.

The officiating priest read two emails that Mary had written during her last days. It gave us amazing insights into her heart and her love for God. A co-worker shared how she cared for the most vulnerable among us and it gave us insights into her character. Her younger brother spoke on behalf of the family and it gave us insights into her humanity and her love for life. Finally, her husband read a letter that he wrote to her. What a blessing to witness such an expression of love! It gave us insights into their love for each other and for their daughter. As the family walked out singing “How Great Thou Art,” the tears were pouring down my face.

I had not met the woman whose life we celebrated today, but my life was certainly touched. I was challenged by the life that she led and encouraged to examine my own. What will my legacy be? What will my husband and family say about me?

Will it be said that I loved unconditionally? I love a few people and like many more, but it would be so much easier if people were a little bit more like me.

Will it be said that I was spoke the truth and was honest with my loved ones? No one will disagree that I have my opinions, but how well do I listen? Do I speak the truth in love?

Will it be said that I loved God with all my heart, mind and soul? I sure try hard, but is that enough?

Will it be said that I was a loving wife and mother? I am pretty good between the hours of 12 PM and 10 PM, but things can get a little dicey in the mornings.

Please don’t get me wrong…I am not getting down on myself. I am just taking the opportunity to evaluate and learn from a life well-lived. I sure would have liked to have met Mary…I bet we could have been friends. Perhaps one day we will meet in Glory.