Today, we laid my Aunt Linda's earthly body to rest after a beautiful memorial service. As grieved as we all are, I know we all have peace. Just as the angels had declared that Jesus wasn't in the tomb, but had risen, we know that Linda has been raised to life. It's a beautiful comfort to know that she is with our risen Savior!
The following words are the things that the Holy Spirit put on my heart to share at the service today. It was my honor and joy to be able to minister these words to others just as they were ministered to me when He had me typing and crying up a storm:
As
I have attempted to recall to mind the memories of my Aunt Linda, I realized
that I didn't have the kind of memories everyone else would be sharing. Many of
us who are gathered here have lived with her or near her while most of my
interactions with her has been through family get-togethers and social media. I
don't really recall many moments of one-on-one quality time. However, there are
two prominent memories that stick out in my mind that I believe can speak for
anyone who knew her no matter how much or how little they got to interact with
her.
My
first memory is of when I was a young child and I was told that she was going
to have a baby. I remember that there was a strong emphasis on what a big deal
this was. Every baby is a miracle, but her baby was that much more of a miracle
child. If anyone ever had a mother's glow, it was her. The mere mention of her
son, Zach, would immediately put the biggest smile on her face. She had once
told me about how her co-workers had gotten her a doll that was made to look
just like him. She adored that gift because it reminded her of her most
precious real-life gift; her living "doll" with his Daddy's bright
blue eyes. She truly treasured her husband, son, and family. Sometimes, people
don't cherish their loved ones enough or as deeply as they should; but she did.
My
other memory is about my necklace. It's a cheap two dollar necklace that I
bought at a souvenir place while on vacation many years ago. It became a
favorite of mine that I wore quite a bit. One day, it accidentally got broken.
There were beads everywhere and I reacted with the kind of shock and sadness
that Pocahontas did in that Disney movie scene where her mother's necklace was
broken to bits. I hoped that maybe I would figure out how to fix it...if I ever
had the time and know-how to do it. Realistically speaking, I knew I would
probably never get around to fixing it myself. I can't remember how the subject
came up (or if someone had just mentioned that Aunt Linda had the jewelry
making skills to repair it) but she was more than happy to take a look at it
and see what she could do with it. I don't recall how long she had it, but just
like her mom (my Grandma) she was able to eventually get it done and get it
back to me. Like Grandma, she apologized that she didn't get it finished sooner
and tried to explain how it probably wasn't "quite right" or good
enough. Again, just like with Grandma, I could never quite figure out what the
supposed flaw was because it looked like new to me. I didn't care about any
so-called imperfections or how long it took. All I knew is that I was loved
because time was taken out for me and my problem. Aunt Linda was just like
Grandma (and even looked so much like her too). They both had such willing
hearts to love and serve others; always making sure things got done. They
happily invested in their family and friends. Love, laughter, service, faith,
and joy was a natural part of who they were and is why they are both so beloved
and missed.
I feel that these two memories summarize the Linda we all knew. We all love and miss her because she poured so much life into everyone around her. Since the day she gave back to me my remade necklace, I've never seen it as the cheap two dollar souvenir that it started out as. Every time I have put it on, it's felt like that Disney moment where Pocahontas also got her necklace back. What was so precious had been made precious and new once more, but it was more than that. Immeasurable new value had been added to it because someone cared enough to put the time into re-making it. That's what love does; it rebuilds, restores, renews, and heals. What was once broken is restored and what once was shattered is I made whole and new again. That's what I think of when I wear my necklace: "My Aunt Linda fixed this for me." That's
My re-made necklace |
Grace and peace to you, my friends! I'm including her memorial video at the bottom. Also, here's a link to one of Aunt Linda's favorite songs: I Can Only Imagine (I can't wait for the movie!!). The one thing I'm imagining right now is Aunt Linda and Grandma being with Jesus in heaven. In three days, it will be the 5th anniversary of Grandma's passing. It's so strange and beautiful that they both went to heaven during the same month, at around the same time, and because of the same reason. I hope and pray that everyone who reads this will get to experience this eternal paradise. The only way is through Jesus. If you haven't accepted Him as your Lord and Savior yet, don't wait another day! You never know when it will be your last!