This past week marked the one year anniversary of the death of my dear friend, Wilda. Though decades separated our ages, God closed this gap in the love we shared for Him and each other. The kids and I were blessed with the opportunity to see her one last time hours before her lungs deflated with their last breath on planet Earth. One of the last things she said to me that day as we walked out of her room was, "Don't forget about me now Jennifer." I could never forget. (And God knows this dear woman gave me lots of material to pull from!)
Thoughts of her filled my mind all week. I remembered how she used to yell at me because I refused to move out my refrigerator every six months to clean behind it as she did. I remembered the way she used to affectionately call me Honeygirl. I remembered the countless theological discussions, times of prayer together, and her commitment to intercede for me as God began to clearly reveal that He was calling me to ministry. And this woman was a prayer warrior if there ever was one. And I certainly cannot forget the incident involving Jacob and the fire alarm at her assisted living home... But that is a story for another post!
One memory has come to mind repeatedly this week. Once while we were on the phone she shared with me creative things she did with her kids when they were small. From her annual Thanksgiving waltz with her freshly cleaned turkey to making tents with her boys while teaching them about the Jewish Festival of Booths, she shared a lot of memories with me that day. Then she said, "Now it's turn Jennifer. It's your turn to determine the memories you will leave your children with."
All of us have people in our lives we love, care for, and rub shoulders with each day, and we are determining the memories we will leave with them through our words and actions. It is easy for us to get caught up in the business of life and neglect this eternal perspective, but the truth is that our days are fleeing. God gives us windows of opportunities within our spheres of influence to create memories with the ones we love. Will we choose to make time, or rationalize that we do not have enough of it?
The words of Moses from Psalm 90:12 come to my mind as I think about this, "Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." We would be wise to pray as Moses did and ask God to make us aware of our brevity on earth and give us a heart of wisdom that seizes the moment, treasures our loved ones, and exalts our God.
Above is a picture of Wilda with our kids: Jacob, Matt, and Chris during our Christmas visit to see her in 2007 - three months before she went home to be with Jesus. (Sorry if the words / picture is a little off center. This is my first attempt at posting a pic.)