This summer I lost both of my parents within a period of eleven weeks. Mom passed in June and dad passed in August. Hundreds of people came to their memorial service to celebrate their lives. Anyone who knew them, loved them.
As immediate family gathered for the internment, I was able to hold each of their ashes for several moments to say “goodbye”… As I stood, holding the leather box containing dad’s ashes… I thought of the many lessons he taught me. I was grasping for some truth, some experience to hold onto as the funeral director took the box from me.
Just as the box was removed a little gust of wind blew through the breezeway where we stood. I looked out toward the cemetery grounds and saw a few leaves blow from the trees. Instead of falling to the ground as I had expected, they gently lifted on the breeze and floated up… up… up… until they disappeared beyond the roof of the building.
Instead of acting as expected, we can also choose to let go and move upward and onward, toward greater things. Yes, we feel the grief and the loss… but only for a moment. We lift on the wind of the legacy and continue on.
Philippians 3:13-14 (NLT)
No, dear friends, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.