May
our lives truly be a perpetual blessing to others.
The memory of
the righteous will be a blessing.
PROVERBS
10:7 NIV
My first thought
when reading this on my daily desk calendar is how very blessed I am. When I thought about writing about this
reading in my blog post I hesitated. Was
it really as good as I thought? The
problem tripping me up was the word righteous.
For me, negative
connotations wrap around the word righteous.
I think of the priests sending Jesus to the cross in righteous
indignation. Images flash through my
head of people yelling at those who have different political thoughts then
their own. What I forget, and my husband
reminded me of, is that I get righteous mixed with self-righteous. I cringe at the word and fear people see me as
self-righteous. I don't want to be
arrogant and hard of heart.
Of course, my
ideas are tainted. Being righteous is
acting in an upright, moral way; virtuous.
I am blessed to know many righteous people. I should be happy if people see me this
way. However, I would prefer the word
virtuous over righteous. The word is
just too close to self-righteous for my comfort. Thus, I like to change the word in the
verse.
The memory of
the virtuous will be a blessing.
My dad and
cousin came to mind the very first time I read the verse, before my doubts of
the wording derailed me for a moment or two.
These two people mean the world to me.
I miss them terribly since they died.
I would love to call my dad right now.
He would be awake though the sun hasn't risen yet. We could talk about the game last night. I could tell him about my day. We would start plotting our gardens for next
spring. Or I would love to chat with
Marie about my writing. Yesterday, I
really needed a bit of encouragement after the loss of my 1,000 words.
But, I am
blessed. The memories of their words and
love live within me. I am consistently reminded
of them with each thought I have of the past.
I feel the love. I spent quality
time with them that resonates with the person I am today and will be tomorrow,
for the rest of my life. And on this
last day of November, I am thankful for this best of blessings.