I want to dedicate this blog to my friend, Debra Gomez. She left a huge legacy, which I am so grateful for. Her compassion and love of life leaves an indelible mark on family, friends, and all she came in contact with. Looking forward to seeing her again in the sweet bye and bye.
Recently, I started reading and writing poetry. That may not seem important to some, but it’s a huge indicator that healing has taken place from trauma and abuse in my past. Most of which I was unaware of.
In An Awakening, God was faithful to see me through my search for truth and healing. Now, I’m better aware of the emotions that surface as I read or listen to poetry or song lyrics. When tears come because of sorrow or smiles when beauty reveals itself, I am thankful.
This past week on YouTube, I found a poem read by Tom Hiddleston. If you haven’t heard him recite poetry, you must listen to it here. It’s called “And the Days Are Not Full Enough,” by Ezra Pound.
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
Ceased by it, I listened to it several times. Journaling what I sensed God was saying. Time is precious.
Was the poet emphasizing how tiny things can steal from us because we’re not aware of them? Or life slips by and before we know it, we’ve left nothing behind. No legacy to speak of. Maybe it’s both.
I thought it was very interesting that Mr. Pound used a field mouse to illustrate his point. So, I researched the little creature. The devastation they generate because you don’t know they’re around made sense. They leave harmful effects on our bodies and homes when they leave droppings and chew up electric wires. But unless we are aware of their presence, we don’t know to set traps to stop them.
Staying in relationship with people I trust helps me discern the little foxes or mice that eat away at my time. They bring accountability to me, which I’m thankful for. When I catch myself not making time for these relationships, I see it as a warning sign. Am I hiding again?
Being in touch with my emotions, working through the negative and treasuring the positive, has led to a more enjoyable life. I can rest better, watch for opportunities to help someone, learn something new, and have fun following my passions and pursuits. Not carrying regrets at the end of my life is now at the top of my bucket list.
Leaving a legacy is a God given pursuit, I believe. Without it as a mindset for our life, we can lose meaning of the future and hope God promises us in Jer 29:11.
My mom stands out to me as a legacy leaver. She modeled how getting involved in others’ lives can make a long-lasting difference. Mom changed countless peoples stories through her service as an educator, philanthropist, and volunteer.
She has been an amazing role model for her daughters, grandchildren, friends, and all those who served with her. Because of her influence, I hope when I’m her age, I’ll look back on my life and grin.
I’d love to hear comments on what kind of legacy you want to leave. If you’d like to talk about anything in this blog, I’d love to chat with you. Send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll set a date to talk and pray together. It’s in relationship we heal.