Don’t wait till it’s too late

It is funny how when someone dies we don’t remember anything about that person but the good things. It may be different with you and don’t get offended with me if it is, I’m just saying it’s something that I have noticed. For example, after Mama, my grandmother, died we didn’t remember how sarcastic she could be, we more remember how funny she could be, and that quirky little thing she did with her mouth when she was considering something, or about to hit you with one of her “wise” sayings. Instead of being aggravated at Daddy, my granddaddy, for sniffing and twisting his nose when he spoke, it became an endearing trait to be fondly remembered, or the way he never said hello when he answered the phone nor goodbye when he got through talking, he just hung up. It is not remembered that someone else had the need to be the central point of all the connections with all relatives and friends, another aunt’s jokes weren’t that raunchy after all, and the jokes and pranks that certain little uncle pulled on folk weren’t ever cruel, just funny. My other grandfather is only remembered for the prophecies he gave that always hit the target and not for the fact that we couldn’t have bacon in the house when he was here, or that he thought having a Christmas Tree was somehow irreverent, and a dog in the house? Don’t even think about it! A President is assassinated and suddenly no one remembers the botched Bay of Pigs, we only see a little boy saluting his dead father. I remember that my grandson, who was only nine at the time, somehow became intrigued with Michael Jackson, only after his death! He had never listened to his music, or seen a video or read a magazine article about him, until he died. Suddenly he had a poster on the wall from “before he went too far” with his many surgeries and the old VCR that belonged to his Uncle was pulled out of the storage box when we found “Moonwalker” video tape with the date written in ink on the label, 1988. This interest replaced all the posters and books he had collected on Abraham Lincoln, don’t ask!

In thinking of these things I mean no disrespect to any of the departed ones that I mentioned, I loved each of them dearly, I am only saying that things that got on our nerves when they were alive are now considered an endearing quality, and their faults mainly forgotten. Don’t you think that is the way that God loves us? When you give Him your old sinful nature, your sins are as far as the East is from the West, and we know those two never meet. The Devil tries to put guilt on us and bring memories of days gone by to bring about depression and low self-esteem.

Psalm 103:6-18 God makes everything come out right; he puts victims back on their feet. He showed Moses how he went about his work, opened up his plans to all Israel. God is sheer mercy and grace; not easily angered, he’s rich in love. He doesn’t endlessly nag and scold, nor hold grudges forever. He doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve, nor pay us back in full for our wrongs. As high as heaven is over the earth, so strong is his love to those who fear him. And as far as sunrise is from sunset, he has separated us from our sins. As parents feel for their children, God feels for those who fear him. He knows us inside and out, keeps in mind that we’re made of mud. Men and women don’t live very long; like wildflowers they spring up and blossom, but a storm snuffs them out just as quickly, leaving nothing to show they were here. God’s love, though, is ever and always, eternally present to all who fear him, making everything right for them and their children as they follow his Covenant ways and remember to do whatever he said.

God loves us and separates us from anything ugly we have done and He sees only the good, let’s try to love each other that same way and don’t wait till someone dies to know that you love them!

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