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Leave a Legacy-Writing the Eulogy


I want to leave a legacy.

Legacy: Something that is received from someone who died. Something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past<the legacy of the ancient philosophers  A heritage or birthright.

 The truth is, I will leave a legacy behind.  A legacy for my children and their children's children.  Spiritually, emotionally, mentally, physically and financially.  

 "A good person leaves an inheritance for their children's children, but a sinner's wealth is stored up for the righteous." Prov. 13:22

 He knows he is part of something bigger than himself and thinks of those who are coming after.  He lives his live purposefully, with intention and honorable.  I see this person as some who has lived out their faith and is now passing on a legacy to their children's children.

 This is such a driving factor for m right now, I wrote my eulogy.  Now, I have to live up to it!  I have some work to do!

 While Heather has left behind her children; she has also left her wealth and  legacy to her children and grandchildren.  Her desire is that her prayers for them will stay before God's throne, her life and passion, her love of learning and devotion to growing and her commitment to family will be a compass to them.  She leaves to her family and friends.

 Family.  She saw her family as her calling and her greatest legacy and gift to the world and saw herself as one small bridge from the past generations to the future ones.  She studied ancestry and was mostly fascinated with the spiritual and relational DNA!   Her husband's faithfulness and commitment to her were both her anchor and her wings. She was a free spirited who would needed his protection and stability!

 Prayer.  I want my husband and my children's children's children to know I intentionally and faithfully prayed for them.  That I prayed God would instruct my sons and their families. I know my eternal Father who sees the beginning and end of time will hear the prayers of this Mother long after she is gone.  I want my nieces and nephews and church children to know they were in my thoughts and prayers always.

 Word.  God's Word.  She wanted to leave behind a love for God's Word and His truth.  For His Word to be honored.  To be spoken.  To be lived.    For her relationship with God was not one of perfection and to be displayed on a shelf.  She knew how broken, torn and needy she was and how she needed His light to her path.

 Words.  She loved to talk and always had "so much to say."  Leaving something unsaid was to be avoided at all cost.  Words were fascinating to her and so much more than symbols on a page.  She loved to read and study and write.

 Love and value.   They knew they are truly loved.  Unconditionally loved, accepted, respected and forgiven.  Her husband and her sons are warriors and the passion of her life.  Those I knew, were held tightly in my heart.  Every person she met felt valued and every child welcomed.

 Growth.  She was imperfect.  She leaves behind her commitment to growing in every area of her life.  Her family, friends and colleagues knew her as authentic and constantly questioning everything.  She wanted to be better and to leave the world better.  The guilt she felt as an imperfect wife, parent, sister, daughter and friend is going with her as she was determined to not leave this to future generations.

 Passion.  She wants those she leaves behind to live their lives with passion.  To forge ahead with endurance and huge visions!  She lived life...ALL IN and saw life as full contact.   She takes her struggle with fear and not being good enough with her.  She wants her children's children to be free from it!!!

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