The most challenging part of doing a Eulogy for myself is to not speak the words as I want them said. I want to paint the picture for where I will go without putting words in the mouth of how I’ll get there. I want my relationship with my creator to reflect as it is meant look. I want others to call me a man after God’s own heart. I want live my life as Paul, the man who would not give up for anything, made possible by his assured foot setting in Christ. I want my wife to know that as much as I am not the best at this, she is the world to me. I want her to have no troubles, no tribulations, and want to take care of her as best I can for all of our life. I want my children to feel the impact of what it means to have a loving father. I want them to know that despite what their friends might say, it’s possible to have parents that still love each other. That no matter what others might say, they are gifted uniquely, specifically, for a purpose that they skills for and they can accomplish the task no matter how steep the mountain may seem. That no matter how I might screw it up, that I’ll always be there and always be their encourager. I want to live in a community that serves one another without hesitation. Without thought. That it is second nature to take care of one another and not only if it’s the “cool” thing to do. I yearn for a community of people that lean away from the lies of the pattern, and towards a life that is fully worth living. I want to live as a part of a community of people that know each others gifts, believe they are in community by our creator, for the purpose of advancing His kingdom. I want to see this community transform the people around them, and create a wave of difference, as opposed to the seemingly indifference that is currently drowning the culture that once was.