What Will You Leave Behind?

What is it you want to leave behind for your kids and grandkids? What do you want carried into future generations?

Marilyn and I have closets and storage bins full of pictures and memorabilia, some of it left to us by past generations. You hope some of it will be treasured, but some will just remain in storage, and some will be discarded. And there are some things you may simply decide not to leave behind. My Harley is one of those.

For years I’ve said either Matt or Paul would get the Harley. Paul suggested he’d
let Matt take me, and he’d just take the Harley, but I insisted whoever got me got
the Harley. I’m pretty sure Paul was just kidding, and I hope the need for someone to take me never comes, but I did think the Harley would go to someone. Until I thought again about it.

Marilyn and I have thoroughly enjoyed taking motorcycle trips over the years. We’ve ridden through deserts, which she really didn’t enjoy, and along coastlines, over mountains, and through the redwoods on the seat of a bike. I’ve ridden since I was fifteen, and have been very fortunate to only require stitches once, and break five ribs, in the process. Matt and Paul both rode off-road bikes for a short time in their youth, but neither have road experience on a big bike. And they’re both getting older.

Even experienced older riders lose some of the skills necessary to survive the mean streets. So not wanting to be responsible
for their possible demise, and not wanting to further test the patience of my guarding angel, I decided to sell the Harley.

So what am I going to leave behind? How about a deep love for the Lord, and
homes that honor Him? No one could want a better legacy. And, thanks be to God, it looks like that’s what I’m going to be able to leave behind.

I have a son and daughter who sought out committed Christian spouses, and who are raising grandkids who love the Lord. And this weekend I’ll have the privilege of uniting Grace and Zach in holy matrimony.

What more could anyone want, or hope to leave behind?

God Bless, Rick