I remember the aroma of fresh-baked bread in my grandma's kitchen . . . and being given a fresh-from-the-oven slice of bread with Peter Pan Peanut butter on it . . . is there possibly a better, or tastier treat???!!!
I remember praying with my grandparents and seeing them read from their Bibles. I remember my grandpa always had a smile on his face and was quick to laugh - or sing a silly song - and my grandma was sensible, sweet and oh, so filled with love!
And, now, I live in the same house in which they lived when I was little. Now it is my home and is where my grandsons come for sleep-overs! We sing, play, pray together, talk about God's Word and laugh, a lot! I bake bread - and cookies, of course, and my grandsons know their grandma and poppa love them with every bit of love a person is able to possibly love another person.
Heritage. For me it is as close as my kitchen; as close as my home in which I live. I see and remember my grandparents in this house where I now live; my grandparents had it built, my dad was born in this house - it is part of my heritage - and part of my grandsons' heritage as well. (And my parents - my grandchildrens' great-grandparents - live across the street. When my oldest grandson and I talked about how he is able to know his great-grandparents, he said; "I am very lucky and blessed, because not all children know their great-grandparents!" He is so right.)
But heritage is more than a house; more than sweet memories. It is most importantly about leaving a legacy of faith for our children and grandchildren - and if we are so blessed, our great-grandchildren. Regardless of where you live, handing down your faith is the greatest heritage you are able to give - and leave - to the generations who come behind you. I focus on doing this by praying for and with my grandchildren. We talk about God's Word and the real people who we learn about from the Bible. We talk about how God has worked in our lives - so they remember - and look for His "fingerprints" in our lives and on the world around us. We talk about what it looks like to live our faith in our everyday lives. As my grandchildren grow older, some of the things I do to hand down faith to them will change and adapt, but for now, these are the things we do.
How old are your grandchildren and what are you doing to leave a heritage - a legacy of faith for them?
(This photo is one of my grandma and my dad at a birthday party for him in front of their house - which has been my house for the past 20+ years!)