My husband and I moved. From one house to another. From one county to another. About 100 miles. The major portion of our “stuff” was hauled in one day. A long, tiring day.
Last weekend, with a uhaul rental, we moved the remainder of our stuff.
I couldn’t believe how much stuff we had. Stuff I’d forgotten.
When reading Galatians last night, I came across this verse:
“Because you are God’s children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into us to call out, “Abba! Father!” 7 So you are no longer slaves but God’s children. Since you are God’s children, God has also made you heirs.” (God’s Word)
A heir of God?
What a provocative thought.
I don’t think God’s legacy to us is stuff.
My parents died too young. Dad died in the 1990s and Mom died a few years afterward. I think she missed her identity with Dad, but they were good parents. And I still carry visions of their expressions of love and integrity, unforgotten. The visions aren’t a burden to haul around, but are uplifting.
I’m not an heir of hate, weakness, and death.
If God is eternal Life, I must be an heir of vitality.
If God is love, I must be an heir of loving kindness.
If God is Mind, I must be an heir of intelligence.
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