One of my best friend's dad just passed away from melanoma. Tonight I went to his memorial service, and it was such a beautiful celebration of a life well lived. He has three grown daughters, and leaves behind an amazing wife. Hearing from his daughters and his sons-in-law, friends, and his patients made me think that this is what I want to pass on when I am gone someday, a legacy as he has bequeathed through his character. Not just survival, but having made a true impact on this world, on people, bettering the lives of others in many different ways. And I want my kids to be able to stand up and say that I was a loving mother who made mistakes but acknowledged them and wasn't afraid to be vulnerable. I want them to say that their dad was always there for them, no matter what, and that they wanted to marry a man just like him.
I imagined myself tonight standing on this very tall piece of solid rock, granite, immovable, but that all the rock around me was crumbling, not to be trusted for even a toehold. I was standing there alone, afraid, staring down. I hate heights. It was a long way down. But this rock that I was standing on was a representation of God's hand, His sovereign control in my life when all around me things crumble. Nothing can be trusted so well as His grace. Everything else will disappoint us eventually: our spouses, our children, our jobs, our investments, our material possessions, our leaders, our friends. Nothing is permanent, solid, and unchanging but the God who made this universe. Trials will come and can shake us to the core, but our hope is in a loving God who cannot be shaken.
Peace.
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Thank you Megan for honoring my father by your lovely words. I am so blessed to have you in my life, loving and supporting me through joyous and devastating times.
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