We recently attended my step-father’s celebration of life service. He lived for 92 years in a small town of about 3,000 people. He probably had 2,999 people that knew him and loved him. The admiration of this man was overwhelming at times.
While the pastor was praising his character, I found myself thinking about my own legacy.
How will people remember me when I’m gone? If I don’t like that perception, do I have time to change it?
I know we’re not supposed to care what people think about us. But I do care what the people that I love think about me.
I do care about my legacy. Do you?