Legacy.
I used to wonder what that would mean for me.
Would I be important enough to remember
Once my flesh is laid to rest?
I suppose it is out of fear that I used to ask these things.
What would I leave behind to prove my life had meaning?
Most of my life, I had fought for attention,
Because that attention translated that I was “wanted”… to me.
To live a life and not be “wanted” scared me to death.
So, not being remembered as “wanted” and “important” scared me equally.
I need lots of money! I want everybody to know my name!
I have to prove that I am a somebody and that I was able to reach “the dream.”
With the husband, kids, white picket fence, and prestige,
I just have to have it all because that would prove I mattered while I was here.
Or does it?
As I took moments to examine my heart, I had to ask why?
Why was this the legacy I assumed I needed?
Truth: Because it was a pattern, a cycle that I’d practiced for many years,
Hoping to bury and “forget” the things that damaged my view of who I was.
Gracefully, God reminded me of His legacy to me through His unconditional love and peace.
I now know:
Living in my purpose is legacy, because in fulfilling mine, others will fulfill theirs too.
Being a vessel is legacy, because pouring out from which I am led has the ability to show TRUTH.
Embracing all I am is legacy, so the other little girls will know they can too.
Healing is legacy, so that the hurting like me can know there is healing for them too.
Standing strong in God’s Power is legacy, because when others see that strength, they’ll find they have access to it too.
By Erica Russell
