“…we spend our years as a tale that is told.” Psalms 90:9
Researching my family history has long been a hobby of mine. I enjoy digging through old census records, birth and death records, obituaries, and church records – always hoping to find that next tidbit of information that will lead me to the next piece of the humongous puzzle that is my past. I rarely find anything about distant past family members that resembles a true story of what their life was like. What I find instead are facts and figures. Obviously, they don’t tell the real tale of what it was like for them, nor their daily lives’ events. My imagination can usually fill in the blanks with stories of how it must have been, but of course my ideas might not be anywhere close to what their life was like.
What I do know is that my ancestors were actively involved in churches. At one time, churches and schools were about the only social life/entertainment these people had. I’d like to think though that for my ancestors, it was more than that. I hope that in their case, they were there because of their beliefs. My grandparents on both sides were Baptist; but WAY back, I have also found members of the Dunkards or Anabaptist faith. I’m sure farther back there are also Lutherans and Catholics.
However, this information I’ve been able to find still doesn’t give me a true picture of what my great-great-great grandparents (and so on) were really like. I’ve often thought it is a shame that someone back then didn’t take the time to leave their story – written down – for those of us who would follow. Perhaps they never even thought about those of us who would come in the future.
Which brings me to the point of this particular posting.
What am I leaving behind as my legacy to my descendants? Will they know I was a Christian and how important my faith was to me? I hope so. I pray that something I have done on this earth will echo down through the years to let my descendants know – without a shadow of a doubt – that Jesus loves them and has a plan for their life.
Obviously I will not be here forever, but I have left something of myself behind when I go. When I leave this earth, my children and my grandchildren will remain. My daily prayer for them is to find the Lord’s will for their lives and to trust HIM implicitly for guidance. I pray I have shown them God’s love through my love for them and that I have pointed them toward the Truth of God’s Word.
The only other thing I have accomplished in this world that I pray is long-lasting is my writing. I believe my writing reflects my beliefs in ways I find difficult to express in other ways, and hopefully – someday when I am gone – I pray my books will still tell the ‘tale’ of my life.
What tale is your life telling?