I’ve been knee-deep in planning my 45th high school class reunion for the past couple of months. Names from yearbooks, songs from senior prom, and faces I haven’t seen in decades are flooding my memory. Some of those faces I’ll get to see again. Some I won’t, at least not on this side of eternity. My memories are faded echoes of the hallways.
“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” – Psalm 90:12
Yesterday’s Graduation
It’s funny how time works. You blink, and the kid who couldn’t wait to graduate is now a grandparent. We gather, laugh, remember… and somewhere in all the nostalgia, we feel the weight of what we’ve done with the time we were given.
As I’ve sorted through photos and finalized agendas, and met with classmates as a part of our planning committee, one question has quietly risen in my heart: What will be remembered when I’m not around to remind anyone?
Faded Memories
The funny thing is, it’s usually my classmates who remind me of what I did. My normal response, “I did that?”
Wisdom teaches us to steward the time, relationships, and influence we’ve been given. Not perfectly—but purposefully. The truth is, reunions aren’t just for reminiscing. They’re a reminder. A reminder that our lives are meant to reflect something more than old achievements. We are image-bearers of Christ in every season of life…even the ones filled with crow’s feet and silver hair…or in my case, no hair!
Nichole Nordeman says it will in her song, Legacy…
Challenge of the Week
So here’s my challenge to myself—and maybe to you too: Live now in a way you’ll be grateful for later. Call the friend. Pray the prayer. Share your story. Make the most of the days, because they truly are a gift. And when we gather again someday—here or in heaven—may it be said that we didn’t just age well… We lived well. So be it.
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