Claire's Grandmother, "Mama Buss" passed away just a few days ago.
She was a young 93 and had traversed the world over from South
America to Africa, China to Great Britain and many points in-between.
She was born into a very poor family in Arkansas but married an entrepreneureal
Florida farmer who globe-trotted sharing his crop-growing secrets with farmers
the world over. She enjoyed gardening, baking hundreds of cookies between
Thanksgiving and Christmas and spinning tales of adventure, especially those
that took place in the Far East.
It got me thinking, the passing of Mama Buss: "What will those who knew me, say about
me when I'm gone."
If I'm lucky, or if I'm blessed enough to live 93 years, how many of those will be healthy?
What will I say and do and how will I live my life? In turn, how will I give back to those
with whom I come in contact?
I tweeted just today about how Claire gave me grief the other day because she thought
she, "saw someone that looked like you drag-racing another car to be first before the road
narrowed from 2 lanes down to 1. That couldn't have been my husband, right?" GUILTY!
Indeed! What will be said about me? About you?
Will there even be a question as to whether, "he asked Jesus into his life. Or will, by my
actions, I show that to be the case.
And when I do speak, will those words also carry with them a legacy of loving God. Or arrogance
and pride?
I still consider myself to be young at 44. My kids are starting to give me grief about my height
and the "bald spot" on top of my head. For the record, there IS hair on top, it's just blond and
thinning! But when I do the math: 93-44=49 years. Hmmm....I perhaps have 49 years that remain.
What am I going to do with them?
Most importantly, how will I allow God to use them? I had a boss in radio many years ago, Chuck
Rhodes. He would ask me everyday, in a very high, almost falcetto voice as he saw me in the hallway: "What is your purpose? Why are you here?"
Right on.
So to my offspring? I can still beat you in a dash down the field or on the street any day of the week
plus twice on Sunday. So, bring it!
