I just finished A Voice In The Wind, written by Francine Rivers. It’s not a new book of hers, actually published more than 15 years ago, but it was loaned to me so I read it. I almost put it down, because it took me a while to get into it. I’m not much for historical fiction and this book is set back when Rome was booming and gladiators were the source of entertainment. Once I pictured the movie, Gladiator, I got into the book and couldn’t wait to see what happened.
The story follows a young girl, Hadassah. Her family was in Jerusalem when Rome invaded, reducing the city to rubble. Hadassah was the sole survivor of her family and sold into slavery. She finally found herself in Rome, serving Julia, the daughter of a rich family. When all were fed up and disgusted with Julia, Hadassah showed her love and compassion. Hadassah never wavered in her devotion to the Lord, and it was clear to all that she had a peace, love, and compassion about her that seemed to indicate that she lived as a free person, not as a slave. Her life stood out and her “masters” were so intrigued by her that they wanted to be around her to find out what made her so different.
This book really got me thinking about how I want to be remembered. A crazy knitter who likes to take lots of pictures? No, I don’t want to be remembered for what I like to do, but rather for who I am. I want to be remembered as a confident follower of God and someone who always had time for the ones I love. I want to be remembered as someone who loved people for who they are, meeting them wherever they are in their life. Someone who invited others into my home and showered them with hospitality. I want my kids to look back and be thankful for the values I instilled in them at a young age. I want to be remembered as someone who challenged others to tap into their creative side. I want to be remembered as someone who faced my fears head on and didn’t let that handicap me from moving forward in life. Finally, I want to be remembered as someone who walked in humility, not afraid to face my pride and admit when I’ve wronged or hurt someone.
As I look at my list, I am reminded that it takes me living these things out now! I am not perfect and I will make mistakes, but it’s worth it to plunge ahead and live my life like I want to be remembered. How do you want to live your life? How do you want to be remembered?
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