Friday, January 20, 2017

May They Always Remember

The word legacy has popped up several times for me this week and I found it penetrating my heart this evening. 

I have about a twenty minute drive from when I get off work until I pick my youngest daughter up from her preschool. It is my twenty minutes to crank up my praise and worship music and wind down my heart.

But today I kept the music low and had some prayer time as I pondered over the word "legacy" and what it means to me. 

We all want to leave a legacy, but the question is: "What kind of legacy do you want to leave?"

How do you want to be remembered?

When my girls bury me, I hope they remember their momma as one fierce lady. 

I hope my daughters look at their momma and can without a doubt say that their momma loved Jesus, she loved people, and she unashamedly pursued the passions that God placed on her heart.

Our time on earth is limited and I don't want to spend mine just passing through and catering to my own selfish desires.

May my daughters always remember a momma who was passionate and never did anything half-heartedly. May they remember a momma who put Jesus first and valued people over anything else that this earth can provide.

May they remember a momma who loved them so much that she fought fiercely to make the world a better place for them, never being content to sit idly by and hope for the best. May they remember a momma who fell on her knees in prayer and then stood to her feet in action.

May they remember a momma whose voice cried out to Jesus in one breath and then in the next spoke up for the oppressed.

May they remember a momma who was nowhere close to perfect...who messed up on a daily basis...but who through those mistakes gained patience with others and learned to grant grace to those around her.

May they remember a momma who cared. May the word passive never be used in the same sentence with their momma's name, but rather, let passionate be used often.

May they remember a momma who taught them that they could be anything they wanted to be in life, but who also taught them the importance of fighting to make sure that every other person in this world was afforded that same privilege. May they remember a momma who taught them to look out for those who are so often overlooked; a momma who taught them that sacrificing for another person is never an inconvenience and it's always worth it.

I don't care if they look back and say "My momma was successful at everything she pursued" because that will never ever happen. As long as they look back and say that they know without a doubt that their momma loved Jesus and that she always pursued justice and compassion with everything that she had, then I will have been as successful as I could ever want to be.

A legacy of loving and sharing Jesus, loving people, passion, compassion, and kindness. That's what I will actively pursue to leave behind me.
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