“What purpose am I serving for still being alive?”
Those are the words I often hear from my 88-year-old mom these days.
After dad passed, she’s been quietly anticipating the day she will join him in eternity.
Every time I leave her after a visit, she asks me to mail a stack of cards that lie on the end of her dining room table.
She never forgets a friend or family member’s birthday or other special occasions.
A couple of months ago, she shared her frustration over how expensive advent candles had become. I quickly turned her frustration to joy as I searched online and found a couple dozen for half the price.
For years my mom has been giving advent candles to the young people in our family and her friends’ families. Some of the former young people have young people of their own, and those young people now have young people–she still has an older “young person” gratefully accepting a candle even though he’s thirty years old.
My mom has always been a giver, or as ten Boom notes, a donor.
Even though her “duration” is beyond her liking, she continues to give more to the world than she consumes.
A measure that I believe is quite important to our Maker.
Acts 20:35, “In all things I have shown you that by working hard in this way we must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.”
P.E.A.C.E.
Jay@EagleLaunch.com
