What would you die for?
What are you living for?
These are the questions that fill my mind most days.
It’s easier to think about what I would die for: my family, my God. Definitely not stuff…
But if I were to die for something, it would be a moment in time, an unrepeatable and finished work.
It’s much more challenging to think about what I will live for. I have to decide and commit to THAT over and over.
Living after losing a child is a daily exercise of walking in two dimensions–the here and now and the world to come.
My first journal entries after Dominic died were filled with prayers begging God to pour His love, mercy and grace into my broken heart and to make me a vessel of healing for others–to not allow me to become bitter or hard or uncaring–
It was the only good I could imagine coming from the horror of burying my child.
When it’s all been said and done
There is just one thing that matters
Did I do my best to live for truth?
Did I live my life for you?When it’s all been said and done
All my treasures will mean nothing
Only what I have done
For love’s rewards
Will stand the test of timeLord, your mercy is so great
That you look beyond our weakness
And find purest gold in miry clay
Turning sinners into saintsI will always sing your praise
Here on earth and heaven after
For you’ve joined me at my true home
When it’s all been said and done
You’re my life when life is gone…When It’s All Been Said and Done (lyrics)
We each only get this one life–how are we going to spend it?
When It’s All Been Said and Done By Robin Mark
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