11/29/18 – 11/5/11
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. (Eccl. 3:1-4)
Tim shared on Facebook last Saturday, November 5:
This morning my father, Howard Hare, won the battle with sickness and pain and was promoted to glory. It is our loss, but it is his great gain. After 93 years, he is finally free of pain, he is whole again, and he is in the presence of Jesus. Our tears are for a moment, his joy is forever.
Tomorrow Tim will officiate at the private graveside service, complete with color guard. This week has been a time to grieve and to celebrate Howard’s life at the same time. I have always liked the above verses from Ecclesiastes, because they capture the seasons of cyclical change.
This week, I have been considering my own mortality with sobriety. I envision my own passing one day, and I hope when it’s my time, friends and family will say kind things about me.
But God says, whatever we do, we are to work at it with all our hearts, as working for Him, not for men. (Col. 3:23). The question is not: Have I pleased everyone? But rather: Have I pleased God? Have I set my eyes on the Lord and lived my life to the fullest measure of His calling on my life, to the exclusion of all else?
I want to be remembered as an encourager; as an intercessor; as one who focused on purpose in adversity; as one who built others up and helped them hear the voice of God more richly and fully. But most of all, I want to be remembered by my heavenly Father as a daughter who pleased Him.
What do you want to be remembered for?