When All Is Said And Done


When all is said and done, and you’ve breathed your very last breath, what will you leave for others to pick through?

Have you ever stopped to consider that you are not invincible?

Your body will not last forever!

You, yes you with the six pack abs and deep, golden tan. Your muscles will some day lose their tone. Your oversized chest just may drop 18 inches and make it seem as though you’re wearing an inner tube around your waist.

What will you do?

And ma’am, your skin will not always be smooth and sexy. Sorry, but you won’t alway look like you’re twenty five. There will probably come a time when men won’t turn their heads or offer you a second look when you walk into a room.

What will you do?

It would be wise to stop and consider what it is you’re giving all your attention to right now. Because that’s what you’ll leave for others.

The stuff people leave behind tell the story of their life.

Stuff. Things. Junk. Miscellaneous items at best. Even millions and billions of dollars left behind; stuff. Temporal, expendable, stuff.

If it can’t be transferred to the next life, it’s only stuff.

So, when your life is through, what will you leave behind?

When all is said and done.

Me? Oh, I’ve got stuff. Stuff I can’t take with me when I leave. Some things people may want, but most of it is just plain, old stuff.

But, like I said, my plain old stuff will tell on me.

As will every other thing I leave behind.

You know, whether you or I believe what the bible says or not; the things we’ve done in this life and the things we leave behind, WILL tell on us. We’ll be judged by our story.

“For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil.” (2 Corinthians 5:10 ESV)

People will discuss at our funeral all the wonderful things we did in our life; they’ll tell our story. Afterwards they’ll remember how we REALLY were.

So what will you be leaving, when all is said and done?

If someone picked up the baton you were carrying, what kind of race would they run? What kind of life would they live? One you’d care to watch?

Now’s the time to think about it. Agree?

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