When we are born we start a learning process from the moment we open our eyes, vision blurred by whatever that stuff is they put in them at birth! When mine were born the first thing they did, even before the umbilical cord was cut, was to nurse. We learn to distinguish faces, numbers, letters, colors, and we learn right from wrong, quickly. We get an education and join the work force.
All the things we do in life make up a detailed Pageant, the story of our life. When it comes time to lay me down to sleep, the final curtain falls and what we have done stands in eternity as a witness for, or against, us.
I have heard people say, “I want to make my own mistakes” and to that I say rubbish! If I can learn from someone else I want to do it so I might do more with less regret. I want to give back to those who have helped me and I want to pay it forward by helping someone else.
I remember one night as I tucked in my dad for sleep, he looked up so pitifully and said, “dear, thank you for all you do, you are our angel.” I wanted to cry, instead I said, “Oh daddy, did I ever say thank you when you changed my diaper or fed me? You don’t owe me any thanks.” My heart tugged because he wanted to lie beside his sweetheart, of 70 years, and hold her hand while he slept but couldn’t reach her from the recliner in which he had to rest.
At the end of my life will there be people who will care enough to stand by me? Have I done my best to learn and teach? Will I be able to stand before the Great White Throne on Judgment Day knowing my name will be found in the Book of Life? Will I hear Him say, Matthew 25:23 ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you have been faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’ ?
If I can persevere, if I can just keep on keeping on so that I can keep on holding on I will know I have done my best!