Writing unto HIM

Leave your kids more than your stuff.

One day they will be sorting through everything you left behind, and my prayer is that it will be more than the name plate that sat on your desk, some old records, and a few tools.

You would think that going through my daddy’s things would break my heart.
But the truth is, he is not in these boxes at all.
What he left me is something I carry every single day.

I carry his legacy.
The one that shows up to church every time the doors are open.
The one that prays for people before they ever ask.
The one that loves a GA Bulldogs football game with his whole heart.
The one that stands up for their children no matter what.
The one that never turns away someone in need.
The one that still believes in southern hospitality.
The one that knows what really matters in life.
The one that savors a good cup of coffee and a warm fire on a cold day.
The one that came from nothing but somehow managed to give everything.
The one that finds joy and laughter in the simplest moments.
The small town one.
The family first one.

He left me more than old boxes full of stuff.
He left me a way of living, a way of loving, a way of walking through this world.

And I am so proud of what he placed in me.

You can spend your whole life collecting things and packing them away until your attic can barely hold another box. One day your kids will open it all and say, “This was Daddy’s” and the story stops there.

Or you can choose to pour into them now.
You can choose to live every day as if Jesus stood right beside you.
You can choose to give them something no one can throw away.

A legacy that outlives you.

A legacy they can carry long after the boxes are gone.