I used to read- a LOT.
By that I mean I often had five or six books going at a time and typically finished four in a week.
Since Dominic ran ahead to heaven I find I rarely have the attention span for books anymore.
But every now and then I find a book that can hold my attention and I read like I used to-carrying it with me from the kitchen (where I read as I wait for cookies to come out of the oven) to the bathtub (where I read as I soak my achy joints).
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON (and other lies I love to believe) by Kate Bowler is one of those books.
I heard an interview of Kate on an NPR program while driving. She had me in tears and rolling in laughter all at the same time.
And this bargain loving, never-pay-full-price mama came straight into the house and ordered the hardback book off Amazon.
It lived up to every expectation. I felt like I was sitting across from someone who truly “gets it”.
The author is not a bereaved parent but is living with Stage IV metastatic colon cancer. Her life is, as she describes it, “Stuck in present tense.”
So, so many nuggets of wisdom and truth hidden in these pages.
But the one that resonated with my heart the most is this:
My little plans [thoughtful gifts, words and actions] are crumbs scattered on the ground. This is all I have learned about living here, plodding along, and finding God. My well-laid plans are no longer my foundation. I can only hope that my dreams, my actions, my hopes are leaving a trail for Zach [my son] and Toban [my husband], so, whichever way the path turns, all they will find is Love.
When I read it, I nearly shouted aloud, “THAT’S IT!!!”
Her heart sings the same song as mine.
Very few of us will do great things, remembered in history books or blazoned across the front of granite edifices.
Most of us will only do small things.
But we can do them with great love.
Dominic left this earth before he even had a chance to do great things. Twenty-three years taken up by growing to adulthood and going to college and then law school left little time for solving the world’s big problems.
But he left a trail of love crumbs.
One that can be followed from his heart to dozens of others.
That’s what I want my legacy to be: A trail of love crumbs.
I want tiny bits of me scattered far and wide-a wild and winding path made by relentlessly giving away all I am and all I have.
My name won’t be engraved anywhere but on my tombstone.
But I pray my love is engraved on many hearts.