His name was Reuben Larson. He was an older gentleman in my church and for some reason, he made a big impression on me as a child.
He never got my name right. He called me “Di-own-uh.” But I didn’t mind, really. In fact, I kind of liked the way he said it. It was as if I were precious to him.
Reuben always had a huge open-armed hug ready for me; complete with a huge grin to match. He gave me a children’s Bible storybook that has now gone through me and both of my girls. It’s falling apart but I just can’t bear to get rid of it. Maybe it’s because Reuben was so dear to me. He was so special to that young girl.
I’ll never forget seeing Reuben in the hospital or observing how yellow his skin looked. You see – Reuben had cancer. But he still greeted me with those open arms and that huge smile – “Di-own-uh!” He would say. Delighted to see me.
I cried and cried when Reuben went to heaven.
I’m thinking of Reuben today and wondering who my children will look back on and find dear to them. Who took a special interest in them and loved on them in their own special way? Who prayed for them and encouraged their walk with God? Who was a Godly example to them outside of our home and family?
More than that…am I investing in the lives God has placed around ME? Will someone look back on me tenderly and see how I took the time to find them precious?
I hope and pray that I can influence and impact someone’s life for the better…even if it’s only with a smile and a big hug. Just like Reuben Larson did for me.