My friend Fran died at 12:20 this morning. You met her when I wrote about her desire to serve a week ago.
I was listening to a Nichole Nordeman song yesterday, one that I listen to a lot. I thought it sounded a lot like Fran. Here’s part of it.
I don’t mind if you’ve got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all who’s who and so-n-so’s that used to be the best
At such’n’such … it wouldn’t matter much
I won’t lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an ‘Atta boy’ or ‘Atta girl’
But in the end I’d like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world
I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed Your Name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy.
She didn’t get a bunch of accolades. But, oh my. She leaves a legacy.