Legacies and that such stuff

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If you attend SRC and you didn't get to come last night, you really should plan on attending next time. Or even if you don't attend SRC, you are welcome.  It was what I needed - to be reminded that Spiritual discipline may take time out of my day, but adds back twice as much to my life. I always feel anxious about what food to bring and saying the wrong thing (which seems that I inevitably do at least two to three times at any function), but all that really isn't important in the big scheme of things.  Everything in the end is just between me and God.

I am still processing things.  I feel like I am still in recovery mode from the hectic pace I have kept this Spring.  This week I plan to be quieter and to do what is best for my Spiritual health, even if it feels contradictory to what I really want to do or even seems feasible.  This week is the first full week after school has ended and all of our Spring activities have come to an end.  It felt like a breath of fresh air this morning - and I am not just saying that as a cliche - It was my first Monday that isn't the start of a week of hustle and bustle.  In fact, we have one scheduled event, a doctor's appointment this morning for Elias. There will be little hustle and no bustle.  I need it, even though I am not quite sure how to handle it.  I have a bad habit of creating hustle and bustle.  I feel guilty if I don't.  But having a good work ethic doesn't mean that I am not allowed to rest when the opportunity arises.  When I was young, I used to wonder why my parents couldn't just sit down and relax a little.  Now I am sure my kids think the same about me some days.  I often think of how they will remember me when they get to adulthood.  What legacy is the most important to leave?

Legacy by Nichole Nordeman

I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all who's who and so-n-so's that used to be the best
At such'n'such ... it wouldn't matter much
I won't lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an 'Atta boy' or 'Atta girl'
But in the end I'd like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world 

I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy 

I don't have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthly list of all that I enjoy
It's an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon enough destroy
Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, "Well Done" good and faithful one...