I’m done packing. I think. My list is checked off, complete with highlighted marks and random circles that have no logical meaning to anyone other than to me.
Packing, why? I’m glad you asked.
Tomorrow, I leave for New Hampshire and a magical place in the mountains (where I will probably get no cell reception) that I call … CAMP! For those who have read my second book, it’s the place from my childhood that inspired the setting for Secrets Beyond Lake Winona’s Shore.
There are dozens of reasons I’m excited to go back this year, including the dream-come-true that my fabulous cousins from Texas are meeting my brother and me there. (Yes, these are the same cousins who feature in my Dedication for book two.)
Another reason I love to go back is that it makes me feel as though I’m stepping backward into time… the small wooden cottage my great-grandfather built, the generations of chipmunks my grandfather taught to eat out of his shirt pocket, the memories of family reunions of times past, and the collection of family pictures on the walls.
My heritage. It includes a godly great-grandfather who rocked me – a once colicky, crying baby – to sleep with a smile on his face. (He must have been a saint!) It includes grandparents who boarded a ship to Colombia as missionaries and later returned to the states to pastor a Connecticut church. It continues through my parents and now me.
Think about that. We’re making our own heritages. People talk about “leaving a legacy” – that’s a heritage, a history that defines your story and mine.
Psalm 61:5b (NKJV) says, “… You have given me the heritage of those who fear Your name.” How thankful I am that this is true of part of my family tree.
But maybe you can’t say that about any side of your family. Maybe you’re the first in your family to call Jesus your Lord and Savior.
Then I have great news for you. You have the privilege of beginning a godly heritage. It’s your choice – and mine. Even those blessed with a Christian family must choose for themselves.
Your testimonies I have taken as a heritage forever, For they are the rejoicing of my heart. (Psalm 119:111, NKJV)
Does God’s Word make our hearts rejoice? Do we care about what He says? Do we seek to please Him with our lives?
Imagine a wall in a home, decades from now. It’s your home. There are pictures on the wall –pictures from your graduation and wedding, pictures of your children and family, pictures of places you’ve been and places you’ve served.
What will those pictures tell about your life, about the heritage you will have left for those coming behind you?
I want mine to show a life well spent for Christ. As Elisabeth Elliot said, “Is anything offered to Christ ever wasted?”
The question is rhetorical, because the answer is no.
Let’s live with eternity in our hearts.