When the New Year began, I parked myself in my chair, eager to find one word that would help me maintain a focus on my journey of faith. God sent the word legacy for my 2016 word. Off I scampered to write about leaving a legacy of faith behind through the books and articles God inspired me to write.
Less than three months later, my daughter and her husband announced they were bringing a brand new baby into the world later this year. Obviously, when God gave me the word legacy for 2016, He had something more in mind than just what I would write. He usually does.
I discovered that the legacy handed down to me through my mother and her mother before her is continuing through my precious grandchild to come.
I wonder who he will become. Whose lives will he touch? How will this world be better because he is part of it?
I continue to be watchful for where God has placed me; who He has placed in my life and what challenges He wants me to pursue. That is part of my personal legacy. But with the coming event of a grandbaby, God has reminded me of the truth that we are all part of each other’s legacy. We are part of the human legacy. We are part of God’s legacy.
And it is very good.