The Last Word

My Man accuses me of needing to get the last word. Maybe that’s true but this week on Kingdom Bloggers, the writers are definitely getting the last word – we’re writing our own eulogies. I pray, though it may it be a long time before they are needed.

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It’s much harder to write your own eulogy than one might think. It’s not a creative writing exercise or a bucket list in reverse – at least, it’s not for me and I doubt it will be for the rest of the Kingdom Bloggers. At the end of my life, I want to hear one thing, “Well done, good and faithful servant. Come and share in your Master’s happiness.” I want to run the race and receive the prize, which is Christ.

I used to want a public ministry and at the end of my life on earth, it may or may not have been accomplished that but it doesn’t matter to me anymore, and it certainly won’t matter to me in the next life. I want God – all of him and if I am known for anything, I want others to see me as someone who pursued God at all costs. I want to say at the end of my life that I lived everyday in the presence in the God and I carried his presence with me everywhere I went.

Every day I endeavour to see people, really see them - to look in their eyes, ask them how they are and then listen to their answer. It doesn’t matter if you are the Queen or the clerk at the local 7-11, people matter to God and I want to carry his presence to people so when I’ve walked away, they will know they’ve encountered God.

I want my life to be characterized by the fruit of the Spirit, especially love. Love covers a multitude of sins – in fact, love covers all sin. Jesus already died on the cross because of his love for humanity, but I can be a physical expression of his love on earth. All the prayers I’ve prayed for people and all the healing I’ve seen, who I lead and what I taught, all the prophetic words I’ve given and received will mean little if it wasn’t done with love as my motivator.

People will say I was bold (they might even say I was loco), maybe that’s true but more than anything I didn’t want to miss out on the fun. Truth to be told, more than half the time I was scared to death and felt inadequate but if there was anything the Lord said to me more throughout my life it’s this, “Keep going, you can do this.” The Lord was my biggest cheerleader and I did those things so I could see the joy on my Lord’s face. We went on adventures together - the Lord and I, and reminiscing in heaven about the good times is going to be a blast.

I received a spiritual legacy and an inheritance and I am passing on the inheritance to my Boy. He’s going to rock this world because everything I worked for in life was to open doors for him so he can go even further. If there is one thing I can boast is how we invited the Holy Spirit into our home and into our conversations as though it were the most natural thing in the world. We didn’t have a “prayer time”, we simply prayed – nothing official about it. My Boy prays and expects God to answer – I love that and I know I had a lot to do with it.

My life can be described as abundant. God’s grace is abundant over my life and he has never been faithless to me and our household. God has always been good, and always been faithful. It has been my pleasure to give up my life to worship him and to serve him only and finally, finally, I want to receive my reward – to live forever more in the glory of his presence.