“The depth of wisdom that comes from the dying has the aroma of heaven—life is evaluated through pure priorities in expectation of death.”
That was from Wisdom Hunters and my time with my Heavenly Dad this morning.
I have seen the evidence of this through Taylor. I have never before walked beside anyone who was in their twenties, as close as she and her dad, and missing such a big part of her world. Very rare, just like she is.
Now at 22, her dreams do not swirl of adventures, meeting new people all over the globe, or storing up treasures on earth. In stark contrast, she has seen through the lens:
time vested in what the world deems as valuable, relationships, with time adequate for subterranean growth, yet little root development. Not time wasted, as her dad influenced many, but had he known the end results of where he spent his energy, she knows his choices would have differed significantly.
Mark 4:6 “And when the sun rose, it was scorched, and since it had no root, it withered away.”
When his tribulation hit, except for a few in his immediate department, the fields for which he sacrificed his life, fell away.
Taylor now evaluates everything through the lens of final destination, death then heaven. She is not morbid but authentic. She doesn’t “do” casual acquaintances for there is no energy for pretense and airs. The nice thing about her outlook is there is no need to prove anything to her, as in your value or worth. She only wants to know the real you. She values people for themselves not who they are or what connections they have. She just wants people to be real.
The flip side/blessing is that when you meet Taylor, you have met the true Taylor.
This weekend Taylor blessed me by going to a scrapping weekend, not her “cup of tea,” but she legitimately wanted to show support. She was honest, telling me this maybe the last one she would go to, but she saw the value of us focusing on one project to get it done.
What neither of us knew was that these lovely women, only one who knew her, had planned a birthday celebration for her. A birthday balloon, flowers, and cards (she LOVES cards), mostly handmade (again, she LOVES), greeted her. She was surprised and humbled. Though not “her thing,” she was 100% real. Several ladies came over to encourage her project, called her over to teach her new techniques, or brought supplies to her table for use.
When she needed a break, she would step outside and spend time in her place of peace: next to the water.
Our view for others is the same expectation we have for ourselves: If you do not like yourself, you and God can change that. No one else can change you, so we hope you aren’t waiting for them. If you do want someone else to change you, you are just carrying unnecessary baggage. I have trouble with this and my most difficult struggle is dying to self.
Galatians 2:20 “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
Become who you want to be and embrace the reality. Do not live in your past, that is who you were, not who you are. Even if people remind you of your past, ask God to give you a peace about your future. No one can take that away. This is one of the lessons from the depth of wisdom that comes from the dying. The aroma of heaven came from 9 lovely ladies who authentically showered an authentic Taylor with more love and support than she has experienced in a very long time.
Now the challenge: be authentic today…and everyday…I’ll work on it.
Until tomorrow: Blessings!