The Sands of Time

Sands of Time

I came to Cincinnati yesterday for my friend Anna’s funeral. Most of you read that Anna died seventeen days after her husband. Both from natural causes. Anna and Lance would have been extremely proud of their girls yesterday. They were gracious and greeted hundreds of people before sitting through the 90 minute service. The hardest thing for me was watching her little granddaughters crying through the service. They were so beautiful and so brave. The eldest stood up and read a story about her Mimi. It was heartbreaking yet such a beautiful tribute to a beautiful woman.

The pastor who led the service placed an hourglass on a stool next to the podium and said, “This is your life.” Everything we do, say, experience slips through the same as each grain of sand. We can’t turn it back. And we don’t know when our last grain will slip through and we pass from this world to the next. There comes a time when you sense there’s more sand in the bottom than there is in the top. What do you want to do with the grains you have left?

One of Anna’s daughters posted a tribute to her mother on Facebook. She said, “It is not the legacy you leave FOR someone. It’s the legacy you leave IN someone that matters most.” That’s a beautiful sentiment.

I’m here with a friend and we’re meeting a fellow Cincinnati “Rancher” for lunch today. We’re making the best of the sand we have left. ❤️

“They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭144:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

4 thoughts on “The Sands of Time

  1. Sorry to hear of Anna’s passing. But she is with her loved one now and they are together again. May God Bless her children and grandchildren, give them strength for the days ahead. I pray for you that God will also give you strengt too. Its hard to lose a friend. I lost my best friend a year ago unexpectedly, she had a heart attack and was gone. I know she is in Heaven, but we miss the oned we love when they are gone.

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