I recently reconnected with a friend on Facebook. We grew up together. She was part of our church and part of our community. Her grandmother was my babysitter. She wasn’t just any babysitter. She really served as an additional grandmother for us. Times at her house were filled with great memories.
When looking through my friend’s Facebook pictures, there was a picture of her grandmother. Mrs. Mills was a wonderful woman, and all of the incredible memories of her came back when I saw that picture. She was the epitome of love. She was gracious with everyone that she ever met. She loved deeply.
I think about the fruits of the spirit from Galatians 5:
22But the fruitof the Spirit is love,joy, peace,forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,23gentleness and self-control.
She was all of those things. Even today, her legacy makes me want to be those things. She made every effort to use the fruits of the spirit on a regular basis.
I long to be like Mrs. Mills. I long to be known as a person who personifies the fruits of the spirit. Sure, there are days when I am exercising some of these things. There are days when I am loving and peaceful. There are days when kindness and gentleness are at the forefront of who I am. But, there are days when they aren’t, too. There are days when I am tired and focused on myself. There are days when kindness is not at the forefront of my mind. There are certainly times when gentleness isn’t my first response.
I long to be sanctified. I long to live out these things, not for myself but so that others might see Christ through me. When I was in college, I was asked who in my life revealed Christ to me. The answer was simpleMrs. Mills. She was the epitome of Christ on earth. My longing is that someone might someday say that about me. Because the world is a better place when it’s filled with Mrs. Mills. She has been gone for some time, but she is certainly not forgotten.