Leaving a Legacy

Another birthday is nearly past, and I’m thankful it’s only one year at a time an extra candle on a cake is obliged to appear.  (I wonder if we started with an excessive number of them and subtracted one each year, if that would make us feel any younger as we mature.) Current events and health issues faced by family and friends serve as reminders that we are here for a season in this life.  What we do with each day turns into the years that account for what we leave behind and the kind of memories others will someday hold as they share about us.  Legacies are truly the only thing we can leave our children and those whose lives have crossed our own.  An inheritance is more than a financial windfall or acquisition of property, but includes value-shaping relationships, stories told time and again, imagery, sounds, and tactile experiences that impress us with indelible marks.

 

Over the past week, I’ve been blessed with the experience of cycling the Legacy Trail from its northern terminus south of the Kentucky Horse Park to a YMCA in the city of Lexington, meals shared with exquisite foods and “fruits of the vine” in the company of friends, the companionship of two dogs who could easily qualify as therapy pets, the natural beauty of Kentucky’s countryside and always exquisite horses and foals grazing in the rolling pastureland of the Bluegrass.  There have been full moons, harvest moons, sheets of rain on the horizon, and such a diversity of interesting people in a job testing my focus and resolve to “see what God sees, hear what God hears, and know what our Creator knows”, I can only rejoice that “the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places” to know I have “a goodly heritage”.  This despite all the “ugliness” (as I hear my grandmother’s words ringing in my ears, NOT to be so) of uncaring and thoughtless acts in the world, outside the walls of a protective and nurturing home.

I’ve been blessed to see and know a horse I have loved in a safe place among caring people.

I’ve been reassured by the loving calls and well wishes of my four young adult children who give me credit for their lives, when in fact a loving heavenly Father gave them to me for a season for purposes beyond the joy they continue to bring into my life.

I’ve been given the chance to observe the beauty of movement to music I so love and understand.

I’ve been granted the freedom to choose my responses when people encountered, if only briefly, are kind or rude or disengaged, and I am encouraged as they walk away with a smile or curious “what just happened” look on their faces as a world of care challenges them to choose hardness or vulnerability to spontaneity and laughter.

I have been given the opportunity to live in the hear-and-now, soaking in, giving out, taking only what is needed, and trusting a higher power and guide with my direction and outcomes.

 

Following are a few of the “ah-ha” moments gracing the pages of a story still being written, yet to be recorded, and someday, hopefully providing a legacy of encouragement and restoration to those who follow.  It has in fact been a “Happy Birthday”.

Here, I would like to share lyrics to a song by Diamond Rio, relevant today for so many reasons.  For friends and family and the God I love and want to serve,  the song:

“One More Day”:

Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me
It could be for anything
I didn’t ask for money
Or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I’d be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you

First thing I’d do, is pray for time to crawl
Then I’d unplug the telephone
And keep the TV off
I’d hold you every second
Say a million I love you’s
That’s what I’d do, with one more day with you

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I’d be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you

Leave me wishing still, for one more day
Leave me wishing still, for one more day

 

 

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