My hope is that these are the words my children will one day use to describe me…

“My mother loved God, her husband, and her children.  She worked hard to make a warm, inviting, and hospitable home.  She was kind and patient.  She loved others and taught us to serve the body of Christ, help those in need, and love one another well.  She loved truth and she devoured grace.  She never gave up.”

The truth is, my children will not say those things unless I give them a reason to say them.

They will not rise up and call me blessed if I do not, by the grace of God, work hard at being the woman God has shown me to be.

The thought of my legacy sobers me up real quick.

I don’t want the legacy for my own pride, I want it because as a first generation Christian, I want to leave a noble imprint on our family history so that the generations of daughters who come after me can look back with resolve and say, “our great grandmother persevered in godliness, and so will we.”

And through the generations we will show our love for Jesus Christ and let our lives be a fragrant offering to our God and pleasant aroma to those who do not know Him…in the hopes that they will.

Have you thought about your legacy?

If you haven’t, start…and then commit, with His grace, to live it out.