Do you ever wonder what people will say about you after you die?
I hope they say good things,she loved Jesus, she was a devoted wife and mother, she loved her family and friends, she made people’s lives better because she was here. She sang like an angel (so not true…you know the sound cats make when they are fighting? That would be what my singing voice sounds like…but face it, this is my blog, so I can say anything I want.)
But I know better, there will be things people say that are not so good: she was too mouthy (a true statement) she was proud, or rude, she made me miserable every time she was around. I know that I am a work in progress and that my presence does not bring everyone joy. (I am ok with that, I think.) I just hope people realize that I am human, and that I am really trying to represent Jesus in a way that would make him proud.
I have been thinking of my grandparents, especially the three that are in heaven. I have this really amazing legacy of people that are hanging out with my sweet girl, loving on her until I can do it myself….yay for that! While I was thinking of them I started thinking about the stories we tell about them around the dinner table. The good. The bad. and the hilarious.
I am going to focus on the hilarious. Because let’s face it, they can’t do anything about the stories that I am going to tell about them…..and I would like to think that they are telling Ireland about all the good, bad and funny things that they have witnessed me do along the way.
Take a walk with me, into the lives of some people who are dear to me, and let me tell you about them…their good, their bad, and their oh-so-funny.