We Are All Grass

There are people that never reflect on their life before they pass. in your life you constantly hear people say things like, "we take life for granted." 'We just let time pass us by" "We have to make every second count" or the most powerful one, "When you are gone how will people remember you?"

I think for me the scariest statement out of all of them is, how will the people around me remember me? How quickly will my memory fade from their minds? Will I leave behind something worth anything of value? Like so many people before me i have desired to leave my mark on this world. I have wanted to make a difference and change the world for the better. Even if it was but a tiny drop in the big sea called life. I know that the ripples that cascade from my actions would far exceed my lifetime and I have always wanted to do something worth being remembered by.

Today I looked about the room. I looked at the pictures on my walls, the photos purposely placed about my room. These pictures of faces that I dearly love. my family and friends that have loved me unconditionally. Then I looked at my belongings, and the colors, my books, my writings, and art and I realized just how quickly those things fade. would my family read my writings when I was gone? Would they feel me there, see my face in my words, feel my heart in the phrases I wrote? Would they feel me alive and breathing once again in the words I left behind? I know people probably don't think of these things at my age, but the reflective part of me imagines what it is like to see the world through the eyes of someone that lost a loved one.

It is a hollow emptiness. A pain so far exceeding anything. It's finality is brash and cruel, and has no mercy on the weak, sick, strong or prideful. How would you be remembered when you are gone? Will you be remembered for your cruelty to others, or your generous and kind heart? Would you be remembered for the bruise on someone's cheek or the gentle touch when someone is broken? Would you be remembered for giving your shirt and shoes to the homeless or the one who purposely drove over the puddle to soak them in mud for a good laugh? Or perhaps are you the worst kind of all, the person that did nothing? The person that simply did not care? how will you be remembered?

Lets look to the Word. Did not God say that if a soldier asked you to carry his stuff a mile that you should carry it another? Did it not say that the truest ministry was to the poor and widowed? To love your brother as you would love yourself? To forgive not seven times but seventy times seven. The boy gave his lunch to feed thousands. Jesus gave His life for your salvation. All twelve apostles were martyred to preach the gospel. These are just a few examples found in the Word of God. The Bible is full of endless stories, parables, laws, guidelines, and reprimands for humanity to live by.

So what can I do to leave my mark in this world? What can I do to be Christlike in a world that is so hungry for kindness and love? Millions yearn for love but are ignorant on how to give it. Perhaps it is because it is a world that has rejected the greatest and purest love... Jesus Christ. I pray I am a light to the broken. A generous hand to the needy. Love to the hungry soul. Christ to a lonely world! But most of all I pray that I can die knowing that I served the Lord with all my heart and I did all that I could do to be a witness of His Gospel message. I think that is all we can expect from ourselves. Ask yourself, is that how I am living today? Am I living for God and His purpose or for my own? It is a sobering question.

We are all grass. It fades and withers away but the Word of the Lord... Now that lasts forever. (Ashley interpretation :)
Isaiah 40:6-8

Be blessed!