When I die, I want people to remember me as kind.
It hasn’t always been that way. Four years ago, I was a very different person, a wounded, guarded, and shaped by an environment that didn’t bring out the best in me. But life, in its mysterious way, gave me a chance to start over. Being in a new place, surrounded by new people, allowed me to choose who I wanted to become and how I wanted to be remembered.
God has a way of taking us out of places where we would suffer. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” — Jeremiah 29:11
Today, my plans have changed. The future I once envisioned has shifted, and in many ways, it feels uncertain. But I hold on to the promise that if God is not giving something to me right now, then He is making space for something better. Waiting isn’t easy, but faith teaches us that delays are not denials.
I haven’t been well since February. My body is weaker now, and my heart—both physically and emotionally—has felt the weight of it. The thing about the heart is, when it gives up, it can happen in a split second. Life can change or end....without warning.
So while I’m here, I want to live with kindness. I want to speak words that lift others up, choose grace over bitterness, and leave behind memories that will make people smile when they think of me.
And when that day comes, whenever it may be… remember me one day as KIND.
