davidNprogress

While out at lunch the other day I had to pull the car over for a rather long funeral procession. As the police motorcycles, hearse and other cars streamed by the King and Country song “Let my life be the proof of your love.” Let my life be the proof, The proof of Your love Let my love look like You and what You’re made of How You lived, how You died Live is sacrificed So let my life be the proof The proof of Your love Some pretty serious words to ponder sitting there in my car at lunch on Monday. I have no idea who was in the hearse or what kind of life that person may have led. Just judging by the number of cars in the procession this was a person of great impact.  As I waited, I thought a lot about my life. Is it proof? Do others know through my actions what I feel in my heart and say in my head? When the end of my journey comes will I leave any legacy? Here is the good news. My ride this Monday was far different from the person in the hearse as I was up