Friday, October 12, 2012

Friday, October 12, 2012 Live Like That...


"Live Like That"
Sometimes I think, What will people say of me
When I'm only just a memory, When I'm home where my soul belongs
Was I love, When no one else would show up
Was I Jesus to the least of those, Was my worship more than just a song
I want to live like that, And give it all I have
So that everything I say and do, Points to You
If love is who I am, Then this is where I'll stand
Recklessly abandoned, Never holding back
I want to live like that
I want to live like that
Am I proof, That You are who you say You are
That grace can really change a heart, Do I live like Your love is true
People pass, And even if they don't know my name
Is there evidence that I've been changed,When they see me, do they see You
I want to live like that, And give it all I have
So that everything I say and do, Points to You
If love is who I am, Then this is where I'll stand
Recklessly abandoned, Never holding back
I want to live like that
I want to live like that
I want to show the world the love You gave for me
I'm longing for the world to know the glory of the King
I want to live like that, And give it all I have
So that everything I say and do, Points to You
If love is who I am, Then this is where I'll stand
Recklessly abandoned, Never holding back
I want to live like that
I want to live like that
 
I heard this song this morning and it made me think of a conversation Derek and I had a couple times. My dad always taught me growing up that relationships and friendships are a two way street. He always said that if we go visit someone then they should do the same and if they can't then it must not be important enough in their life because it is a two way street and if they don't come see him when he is alive don't come to his funeral. Derek and I talked about what that would be like, who would come to our funeral and what people would say of us when we were gone. Of course we never knew that we wouldn't be old and gray when this would happen but it was always the same. Derek wanted people to remember him as a loving and Godly man who loved his family and friends. It was pretty simple for him, he wanted to give his boys what his real father never gave him as a child and that was a good Godly father who loved them and was there for them, and thank God Derek did get his Godly father with Ralph to teach him that. That was the most important thing to him was to show them what a good father was, and he did that so well and it breaks my heart that it was taken from them and him way too soon. He could never stand people blaming their past on how they treat people today because he knew first hand that it was a choice to live better and learn from how other people treat you. It wasn't a good enough excuse to say well this happened to me so that is why I did it, he knew first hand.
Anyway looking back I think Derek did exactly what he wanted. At his funeral I was completely numb physically, emotionally and mentally because that was the only way to get through it. But I remember the number of people that came and the wonderful things they said about Derek. I always knew what a wonderful man he was but to see and hear so many people that he touched everyday made me so proud and I think he would be proud. People came and stood in line for two hours just to pay their respects. Some saw him monthly, weekly or daily but they were all so touched by what an amazing man he was. Some were high school friends that hadn't seen Derek in years but still told me how much he meant to them. That was breath taking to me in so many way.
So where does that put us today in this world without him, well it should teach us to try and live a better life, to put God in our life and tell the ones around us that we love them and what they mean to us. I never in a million years thought we would or could live our lives without Derek but now we don't get to change that or have a choice. I get up each day knowing that it can all change in a blink of an eye. Every day and every choice we make is ours!!!  

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