Epitaph

Today I read the epitaph that I wrote more than a year ago in a life changing camp I had, three weeks on Cameron Highlands. It makes me warm and fuzzy inside. When I first took it out from the envelope, the few words at the back of it struck me.

A woman who loved with passion.

That was what I wrote. I think that was the last few words I jotted down at the back before placing them in the envelope to be sealed. The front side was full too. But these words summarized all that I have ever wanted to be remembered as.

I love love. I love to love. I love to receive love. I love to give love. I love to help people to be loved. I love to touch people with love. I love everything about love.

I love God. God is love. I love God's love. God loves me. I want love. I am touched by love. I love everything about love.

Red. Red roses. Beautiful little parcels. Weddings. Romance. Friendships. Family. Sacrifice. Kindness. Companionship. Giving. Blessing. Acceptance. Love letters. Cards. A gentle touch. A silent presence. Hearts. I love everything about love.

Even the most painful thing about love. Discipline, teaching, rebuking, all done out of love, is good for us not to harm us.

To love is to bless the other. Whether it is to give gifts or to refrain something bad from the person although the person wants it, it is to bless the other, to help the other be a better person.

To love is to care for the other. To be there when they need us, to fulfill our promises to them, to protect them and to walk with them.

There is so much more. More than words or a mere short post can summarize it all. I want to be remembered as a woman who loved with passion. Whether to be a passionate lover to my husband, a passionate mother who loves her children, a passionate teacher who loves her students or a passionate friend who loves her friends and most importantly, a woman who loves God with passion. A woman who loves God with passion, loves all those around her with the passionate love of God.