On My Deathbed

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On my deathbed,

It won’t matter

what I chose to wear

how big my house was

what kind of car I drove

if I owned the newest iPhone

how many followers I had on twitter

whether I took a vacation to Europe or not

which fraternity I pledged in college

how popular I was in high school

that I was known to many

which concerts I went to

what movies I saw

which books I read

which college I went to

what bands I listened to

how many people read my blog

or if I became a household name

…

On my deathbed,

It will matter

what name I leave behind

whether my life was spent making it more about me

or if I spent it improving the lives of others

that I had only a few great friends

if I laughed more than I cried

if I spent more time with my family

or spent my days working away at the office

that I was content with what I had

whether my kids look up to me

or despise my very presence

who I chose to encourage

and who I chose to extend grace to

whether I spent my time afraid of the future

or faithfully stewarding all I had been given

whether my life was marked by love

or by a banner of selfishness

whether the legacy I leave dies with me

or if it makes a mark far greater than I imagined

…

On my deathbed,

The only thing that matters is the condition of my heart

It will matter whether I feared death more than anything else

or saw it as merely a short sleep before an even greater life