The Heritage

Yesterday my sister and I took coffee, lunch and lawn chairs to spend a bit of time with mom.  On a beautifully sunny and cold afternoon we bundled up and sat next to a stark, granite headstone. 

There was talk of feelings and thoughts, missings and dreams.  Talk of our past and talk of our futures as we remembered, discussed and shared.

Today I was packing the last of Christmas away for another year.  What a season it was, splendid!  I was packing the nativity away.  I was lovingly wrapping each piece in bubble wrap thinking about my heritage.  My mom and dad had given us the nativity one of the very first Christmases that we were married.  

My mom came to the saving grace of Jesus at 18.  She undertook to pass the heritage of Jesus and his surpassing greatness as first importance.  

In a world of ipods, ipads and gaming systems we want the very best for our children.  We work overtime to buy them vacations to Disneyland, stay up all night sewing a new quilt to redecorate their room.  

And yet we find it so difficult to put the first things first, to weed out the unimportant and spend our time giving our children a heritage.

Near the end of each presidency there is much talk about what their legacy will be.  What great things will they have accomplished so that history does not forget them.

By passing to me  My Heritage 
the beauty of my inheritance in Christ Jesus...

 She made for herself a legacy.