A RICH INHERITANCE

She would have been 99 today.  She was an amazing, loving, simple woman.  She was a woman of little materially speaking, however she left a very rich legacy.  My grandparents practically raised me.  They meant the world to me.  Everything I know about the Lord came from them.  Proverbs 13:22 says, "A good man leaves an inheritance for his children's children."  

An inheritance is defined as "the acquisition of a possession from past generations."  I am one rich woman because of the inheritance left by them.  No, I'm not talking about material things.  As a matter of fact, most everything in their home at the time of their death was borrowed from one person in the family or another.  They lived in a small two bedroom wooden framed house.  Material things were never important to them. Living an honest, humble life before the Lord, loving their children, grandchildren, and great-grands was of the utmost importance to the two of them.  

We must ask ourselves the question:  Is that the kind of inheritance that we are working every day to leave our children and children's children?  Or do we concentrate more on what we are building up in the bank account for them?...The things that moth and rust destroy...Or the things that will last forever?  Are we more concerned about what kind of house they will live in and how many square feet it will have or the impact that they will make on a lost and dying world for Jesus?  It is so easy to get caught up in the "practical", but I know that the desire of our hearts is to be remembered by all that come behind us just the way I remember my grandparents....

                                            THE HOUSE THAT LOVE BUILT

There stands a little white frame house

In a yard that's always groomed

The occupants are not at home

It all seems doom and gloom

But at one time, not long ago

They were there, you see.

The place was such a haven

For Andy, the kids, and me.

The house was plain and simple

Just barely kept out the cold

But, oh, the love that the old place held

Was more than this heart can hold.

If only those old walls could talk,

I'd sit for hours on end

And listen to the memories shared

And wish for one more moment to spend.

They can change the trim or tear it down

Or move it down the lane

But the little house that love built

Will forever there remain.