The Final Journey

 

When the end of my story comes, I don’t want to be known for what I did or what I achieved. I want to be known for the way I loved. For the way I held on to hope when everything felt hopeless. For the way I kept believing God was good, even when I was too broken to say it out loud.

I want them to say, “She was faithful.”

Not because I was strong, but because I let God be strong for me. Because I kept getting back up when life knocked me down. Because I chose to forgive even when it hurt. Because I kept loving even when my heart was tired.

I think about all the days I’ve fallen short. All the prayers I whispered when I was too weak to stand. All the times I felt like giving up but didn’t. Those are the moments I hope matter most.

I want my life to echo faithfulness—to the God who held me through it all, and to the people who needed love most.

When my story is over and I see His face, I just want to hear, “Well done, my child. You were faithful.”

That’s the legacy I want to leave.