"You are my strength when I am weak. You are the treasure that I seek. You are my all in all."
My Aunt April taught me that song when I was about 13 years old. She made me, my sisters, and cousin sing it over and over until we knew every word. We were visiting her in Virginia and she volunteered us to sing that song in front of the church on Sunday.
I am sure I was probably really embarrassed and mad at her for making me do that but looking back that is not what I remember.
I remember her singing the song over and over with us in her car. I remember how her face looked while she was singing; it was like every word was coming straight from her heart to Jesus. I'll never forget that moment of joy spread over her face because I am sure that I looked the same way three years ago when I made Jesus King over my life.
My aunt passed away on Nov. 2, 2008, so we never got to sing that song together as believers but I know we will when I get to heaven and hug her neck again. I did not get to see my aunt much when she was still here but the moments spent with her were never wasted. She was an awesome encourager and even better letter writer. Every year on my birthday, she would write me a really long birthday card filled with scripture and Godly advice. I did not appreciate it back then but now looking back over those words, I hold them so close to my heart.
My Aunt April's walk on Earth was short but it was jam packed with meaning. She was not perfect, (just like the rest of us), but she believed and relied on the One who is. Everyone says they want to leave a mark on the world, and she did—Jesus' mark.
I did not know it at the time but all the long talks, birthday cards, singing in her car, and encouragement she gave me were seeds that God was using her to plant in my heart. It is sad to think that I have learned so much more from her absence then her presence because I did not take the time to appreciate her while she was here. I can't help but think if the disciples felt the same way. All the unanswered questions, the wisdom, and guidance once so close but now so out of reach. I am not comparing the loss of my aunt to Jesus in any way at all.
Isn't it funny how loss can make the simple things so much more precious? I am just like the disciples in how they clung to what was left behind but had hope for what was to come (heaven).
My Aunt's birthday cards are dear to me, but not near as the One she was pointing me to with the words in them. It brings me comfort to know that I was a small part in the journey God had mapped for her life. Her life, though short, was a powerful example of Jesus that inspires me to seek Jesus more everyday.
We never know what God has mapped for this life we live but I do know that if we give me our all, it can inspire others to make Him their All in All.
Have a great week!
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.