Adventures of the Supersized 6

Oh how I love December. It is the one month of the year that is full of excitment all 31 days. You wake from a tryptophan enduced slumber to the most wonderful time of th year. This year our Christmas holiday was a bit different than the ones we usual have. This year we learned a very important lesson from the least likely of places, Aaron's aunt Mary, or Bug as most in the family called her. The story is that her dad called her doodle-bug and from there she became Bug. Now if you every met Aunt Bug you would never have to ask "Have I met Bug?" because she is the kind of person who leaves a lasting impression. I heard many stories about Bug before I met her. I knew that she never did a think without going all out 110% of the way. She was very passionate about everything she did. I knew that she loved to drag people behind her boat. She loved to be on the lake, and she was very talented at water skiing. But she wanted you to water ski too. Whether you knew how or not, you were skiing. She had discovered her faith in Jesus Christ and she had a relationship with Christ that was 110%, and she wanted to share that experience with all as well, she truly wanted everyone to experience all the wonderful things that she did. She loved to be with people, and she loved to talk with anyone about anything that she may, or may not have in common with them. She had friends of all kinds and backgrounds. And she never forgot a thing. She even talked with Aaron about things over Thanksgiving dinner that he had forgotten all about. But no doubt the reminder of those things are now a comfort. Those shared interests and those moments with Bug. Aunt Bug passed away on Christmas night. The same night that Aaron and I sat watching our children bask in the wonder of their loot, But was taken from our presence and into that of our Lord. It was a hard December since they had performed the surgery to remove tumor's from her brain and her pituatary gland just 4 days after we shared Thanksgiving with her. She never recovered and the week before her death the doctors had declared Bug brain dead and removed life support. But in true Bug style she woke two days later with things left to say. Miracle? Yes! God gave her the extra time to resolve a few last details. And although I may never know what those details are, and it really doesn't matter it was a miraculous sign all the same. God blessed her family with her presence for those 4 extra days. I wonder what those 4 days are worth to Bug's children. I know what it meant to my father in law, Don.

Bug's funeral was really a celebration. She lived a lot of life in her short 55 years, but she shared enough for two life times as well. What if we all gave ourselves 110% to our relationship with Christ? What if we all gave an effort of 110% to sharing that with others and wanted them to experience that at 110% as well? Bug was a character, and she left a lasting impression. But what if we could leave the impression of Christ on everyone we pass in our daily lives? Are people going to say that about you at your funeral?

Are you going to known for being 110%?

TLM