My friend’s name is Caleta May, but I’ve always called her “the mouth of the south.” She was a HUGE talker when she was a sweet but typical teenage girl. I met her when she was a young camper at the session that I directed at summer church camp. She has always had a special place in my heart. I’ve been blessed to eat in her home, meet her family, and I even allowed her to drive my Camaro (a no-no to most people).
- First, it reminded me that I need, like Caleta, to send my family and friends verbal flowers before they’re gone. I don’t want to EVER utter the words, “I wish I would have told them how special they were to me while they were still alive.” I don’t know about you, but I’ve got plenty of verbal flowers I need to send out today.
- Second, it reminded me that what she heard about me could just as easily have been true. I could die any day leaving my wife and four boys. Then I started asking myself some hard questions like: Am I ready to go? Have I prepared my family for “life after dad?” What kind of things will be said about me when I’m gone? Will they manage without me when I’m gone? After reading her email I thought through all those questions and realized I need to give more perspective to these things. I need to regularly face these questions so I can remind myself what’s important and what’s not important in my daily grind. What’s important in my life are things like my wife, my boys, my family, my faith and my friends.
So, today as I sign off I want to say, “thanks Caleta” for the verbal flowers and the reminder that this actually COULD be my last day in this world. I think I’ll get off this computer for a while and go tell my wife and boys just how much I love them again.