In 1907 my Grandmother was born. Lulla Belle Stewart. She was an amazing, strong, feisty woman. I loved her so much. Most importantly, she loved the Lord. She came to Christ later in life even though she was born and raised in Kentucky.
In 2010 my son Luke was born. He too is feisty, strong and may turn out amazing. Who knows? My prayer is that he will love Jesus more and more every day, much like his great-grandmother did.
I was born in 1972. I’m thinking if things work out, I could have a great-grandson born in 2072.
Yes, I have a problem. But maybe I will live to 100 and see this young whipper-snapper?
I often think of what my legacy will be. What characteristics of mine will show up in that young baby boy in 2072?
I try and live my life as if I will not live till the end of 2016, much less until 2072. I struggle with how much I need to show, teach, and love Luke now so he will keep it going with his children, and others beyond our family.
As we know, Jesus had 33 years on earth. I am 10 years past that and thinking I’m living on borrowed time. Why, I don’t know. Maybe it is because I think of this verse often:
“Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away” (James 4:14).
Time is running out to love fully, laugh a lot, and to make the greatest impact in this life I’ve been given.
One day my story will be over so I want to live and love fully while I still can. Sadly, some of my time is spent comparing myself to others; in self-doubt; and being jealous of friendships I wish I had.
How about you? What do you think of when you think of your legacy?
How do you stay focused on making the greatest impact possible and avoid wasting energy on petty worries?