Someone once told me that when they died they wanted to be remembered as a woman who had a heart for God. She wanted her children, or grandchildren, to see her Bible as an expression of her life; with all its handwritten notes, underlined passages, and scraps of papers tucked into it. She wanted those she left behind to feel closest to her when looking through her Bible. I thought this was wonderful.
I get so wrapped up in living a fulfilled life. I want to live up to my potential and not squander my gifts. I forget that my life will be measured by heaven’s definition of success, not the world’s. A life lived for God can be lived out on a public stage; preaching, teaching, and encouraging. A life full of Christ can easily be lived out in the quiet and behind closed doors. No accolades are needed to measure our success. We don’t need others to validate our self-worth in our accomplishments they can see and hear and touch. Well, we shouldn’t need the world to validate us but so often we want it anyway. God is patient. We are not. God is long-suffering. We desire immediate gratification. Righteousness is not immediate and is only gratifying if our focus in on heaven’s standards. I hope that my children will look back at my life and say that I had a heart for God.
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