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June 16, 2012

The Dash

Yesterday, we sad goodbye to a dear friend who was a Christian, father, son, and brother.  He was such a great man who would do anything for anybody.  You knew exactly where he stood.  He is rejoicing with the Lord and talking to God about his Rebels.  

I wore Rebel red to his funeral in honor of him.  I even said a very quiet 'Hotty Toddy' just for him.

If only we could all strive to live life more like Mr. Jimmy Boyd!  
What a testimony.  

There were so many at his visitation and funeral.
So much love.  So much respect.

He was always the one that brought the water jug to each and every softball game.  He was a killer 1st baseman and could do the splits to get you out!  He was the best dishwasher that any man could ever be!  He wouldn't let anyone else wash the dishes after any function at our church.  He loved his Rebels, no matter what.  He loved his children so much it hurt.  He'd been through good times and bad.

But, through it all, he had faith.  Unshaken faith.  Stronger faith.

He will be missed by many but we KNOW, without a doubt, that is rejoicing with his heavenly father and with his own Daddy who passed away years ago.

I've heard this poem before but it's a good one worth sharing.  Our pastor read it for Jimmy.

It's called The Dash by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his Tombstone - from the beginning - to the end.
He noted that first came the date of his birth and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said that what mattered most of all was the dash between the years.

For that dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth -
and now, only those who loved him know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own, the cars - the house - the cash.
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard – are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough to consider what’s true and real –
and always try to understand the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more –
and love the people in our lives, like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is read,
with your life actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say –
about how you spent your dash.


Think about that?  What would people say about you?  I hope that one day people can say great things about me.  That I had a servant's heart.  That I was kind.

I have some work to do. We are a work in progress.  Thankful I have the Lord on my side.
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