I reach into the drawer to pull out the ladle needed for supper. Pause. Tears well up.
I am reminded of the brevity of life. This belonged to my mom. I grew up with this ladle. Memories are served up.
Not to sound morose, but just facing reality, I won’t be here forever either. We are all one single breath from eternity. Accidents happen. Hearts fail. Cancer intrudes.
One catalyst for this sort of thinking is my recent sorting through years of ‘projects waiting’ as I prepare for this maybe move. I am realizing that I won’t be getting to them after all. It feels like the death of little dreams. A sadness. But it’s time to clear them out. Not exactly a bucket list of things, but maybe a ladle list.
And I wonder…. what will I be remembered for anyway? The things that I’ve created? Or will it simply be that I was faithful? Faithful to God….. to my husband… and my family.
I pray that I can focus more on being a faithful servant, in my quiet way. A bit like that humble ladle.