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Legacy



Legacy


This word has been on my heart as of late.


dictionary.com
noun (pl) -cies
1.a gift by will, esp of money or personal property
2.something handed down or received from an ancestor or predecessor

I am reminded of another legacy.
Not just a legacy of earthly goods.
But a legacy of who we were.
Of what we lived for, how we loved others, and how we chose to give of what we had.

Sometimes this idea is both inspiring and frightening.

A friend and mentor of mine a few years back shared this very important line of truth

'Comparison is the beginning of inferiority'

When I am tempted by the game of comparison, I hear him say those words.

It is truly a ridiculous thing to look around to gain our value and standard for life by what 'others' are doing and the timing in which they are doing them.

Who are 'they'?
And why do 'they' matter so much?

I am reminded of my first responsibility.
To love the Lord our God with all my heart, soul, mind & strength...
And love my neighbor as myself...

The rest is second.
And when I make it first, it distracts me, hinders me and confines me.
Stealing my joy.

I don't want to live a life consumed with constantly looking around, comparing and being caught up in a game of feeling inferior to others, to their titles, possessions, and positions.
Consumed by the constant need for more and distracted by it all, that I end up missing out on actually living.

In the morning I will awake and find myself one year older.

And the older I get, the more temptation there is to feel inferior to others when I compare where I am now to where my fellow peers are.
But this year I am choosing to enter into a day of reflection, of celebration
and of gratitude for the people I have met.
These people who once were strangers, have now become role models, mentors,
friends and family.
To recognise the privilege and gift of travelling to countries and cities that I believed would only be experienced by way of pictures and books.
Yet my eyes have beheld and my feet have walked upon their cobble streets.
I celebrate who I am because I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14), in the image of my heavenly father, even though at times I am tempted by comparison I know this to be truth.
In this new season, my heart is stirring for those who need a voice, provision and justice.
I don't know what that looks like moving forward.
But I know that the legacy I want to leave behind is one of love for others and not just for myself.
Those of you who may have considered sending a birthday card, or getting a gift (no expectation!) Thank you first for the honour of the consideration, your love means so much!
May I ask that this year, what you would have spent could be given to one of the following organisations as a ways to help me celebrate and contribute to the well being of others. IJM- International Justice Mission APA- Action on Podoconiosis Charity Water
Thank you xx
Much love to you all and thank you for making this life so beautiful

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