The best and the worst of us: sometimes heroic, sometimes dictatorial, often times self-absorbed. Our children are witnesses to our lives...the public and private personas that are "us."
It was a delight for me to see my grown daughter (my 27 year old firstborn) using an eclectic suede bag that my father brought me from South America in the late 1960's. It was a favored "purse" that I didn't use much and so I gave it to her decades ago. Watching her carry it on errands, juggling her two little ones, made me wonder about what else she has "saved" from her upbringing and what is useful to her.
In and of myself, I had nothing notable to give to my kids.
Raised in a very dysfunctional family, wounded by conditional love and the hurts of alcoholic parents, I would have undoubtedly passed on the same to the next generation.
When JESUS came into my life in 1978, HE began an overhaul of the damaged parts of my soul...a transformation that continues through this day and until I meet HIM face-to-face.
Because of HIM, I know that the "bag" of behavior and tradition I handed off to my children contains eternally important things like:
Faith, Hope and Love.
"Thank You Lord for your merciful work
in my life
in my life
and for your promises to be with my children
for generations to come!"
How about You...what's in your bag?