“There he smiled at me one last time, but I didn’t know that was the last smile. That’s what I’ll always remember . . .”
That’s Semese describing the loss of her husband, a Turkish Christian, who was tortured and killed for his faith. Max Lucado tells the story in his new book, Outlive Your Life.
I remember my mother-in-law’s last smile and wave as we left to return to Georgia. We didn’t know that was the last smile. That she would be with Jesus within the week.
I’ve always told my children to make up quickly and never part angry. Because you never know if you will see that person on earth again.
And those were my thoughts when I posted this status on Facebook last week.
“What will be my loved ones’ last memory of me?”
Would they remember a smile and a hug? Or a mean face and a cross word?
But my friend, Tami Heim, responded with this comment:
“One of the great things you leave behind is your blog. It is a record of your life, your thoughts, and the things that have inspired you. They will know you and love you just like we do. You are leaving them the gift of YOU–straight from the heart. It is a sacred treasure–the heartbeat of you. Priceless.”
I was not expecting that.
Encouragement from her fingertips tattooed on my heart.
And I will remember those precious words on the days I wonder if I can write one more post. When I wonder if this blogging thing has run its course. When I wonder if I am wasting my time writing words, words, and more words.
And I will ask myself what words will I choose to speak or write into the lives of others today.
And I will draw courage and strength and inspiration from a simple, surprising, and sticky Facebook comment.
Thank you, my friend. LYI.
“One word or a pleasing smile is often enough to raise up a saddened and wounded soul.” ~St. Teresa of Lisieux
Joining Bonnie Gray and company as she serves up today’s topic on Unexpected Encouragement in a Faith Barista Jam. Be sure to check out the shots of others.
Also celebrating Imperfect Prose on Thursdays with Emily.