Today we drove about 45 minutes from our current home to attend the funeral of a long-time friend, the mother of a man we've known since our teen years.
This dear lady lived a long, full life with adventure as an army nurse during World War II in Italy, and later marrying a good man and having children with him. She taught children's Sunday School for 20 years and left a fine legacy of how to live the Christian life .
I don't mind going to funerals and memorial services. There is always something to be learned about how to live (and how to die) that we all need to hear. Once a person has died, they cannot amend their story to make it sound more palatable. It is what it is. How we live today and tomorrow and the next day after that ... it all adds up.
|the location of our wedding in 1970 -- today|
While pondering these thoughts, Beloved and I also remembered the day just a little over 44 years ago when we stood at the front of this same church and pledged ourselves to each other as husband and wife.
It amazes me that between that cold December night of our wedding and this cold January morning of today, we have lived in seven states, raised three children, welcomed nine grandchildren, bought nine houses and sold eight of them, along with memberships in churches in all of those places, the replacement of body parts (joint replacements), a lot of scary hair styles, some fantastic vacations, a variety of employments, and countless other experiences.
|behind one of these doors is where my friends and I changed into our wedding clothes|
Time does march on and every single day of our lives has the potential to enhance our world or make it a little worse.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.