This Lenten journey has been side-tracked by the death of my grandmother. She lived a good, long life. Ninety-four years old says so.
Forgive me for being distracted when the words for this journey are like today's word, live. During the funeral today, the pastor said that Grandma will continue to live both through each of her family members and in eternal life.
Isn't that what we all hope for? To be remembered for how we lived and what we passed on to those who knew us.
Grandma will continue to live in me through her faith, her love of gardening, and her propensity of writing in a journal every day. I have a strong faith, a love of gardening, and a propensity to write in my journal every day for the last several years.
Bill was a little unnerved as he listened to the pastor describe me in my grandmother.
What can I say? It's in my genes.
And I say, live life to it's fullest. For me, that's spending time in my garden, writing, and sharing my faith.