A sweet woman died this week. She was part of my church group, and I only knew her well enough to say hello on Sundays. But what I knew of her, I admired. She embodied the things I write this blog about, a positive attitude and a generous nature. There weren’t many Sundays that she didn’t have something to add to the prayer list. Not for herself, but for others. A man she worked with had an accident, or a woman she knew had cancer. Week after week she displayed a caring heart and a loving spirit for those around her. Every single person she touched will miss her.

Even when she found out she had cancer, she still prayed for others. She was upbeat and positive, joking about the baseball hat she wore to cover the distinctive signs of chemotherapy. She’s in heaven now, praising God in person, but she left behind a gift. She showed us how to care.

It made me think. What kind of legacy am I leaving? Am I caring and generous? Or am I selfish and critical? I hope I can be more like this dear lady. Hers is a legacy I would like to pass along.