Legacy

I think about my legacy alot.
I think about what people will say about me when I am gone.
I look into my little boys face and see the future of my legacy.
I think about all the little things that I do that will effect him.
So I kiss and hug him alot, like all the time.
I hold him whenever I get a chance.
I let him sit in my lap when we watch movies.
I tickle him and play trains with him.
I read him a book and pray with him every night.
I pray that Jesus would not let me mess him up.
Because I’m far from perfect, and I make mistakes.
And when I mess up I think about how those mistakes will effect him.
And I ask Jesus to cover my mistakes, and fill in the gap where I am lacking.
And I thank Jesus for creating a new legacy for me and my boys to have.
And get excited about what the future holds for the Littlejohns.
And am amazed at God’s redemptive power in my family.
And I realize my legacy is not my own.
The legacy I leave belongs to my sons (and daughters if we have them).
And I pray and work hard so that legacy is one filled with God’s love, peace, joy and power.
So that my children will walk in favor with the Lord.