Our Fingerprints Don't Fade

Luke 1:1-4
Many have undertaken to draw up an account of the things that have been fulfilled among us, just as they were handed down to us by those who from the first were eyewitnesses and servants of the word. With this in mind, since I myself have carefully investigated everything from the beginning, I too decided to write an orderly account for you, most excellent Theophilus, so that you may know the certainty of the things you have been taught.

Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch. -Judy Blume

For the last few weeks I've been a member of the launch team for a book called Heirloom: Living and Leaving a Legacy of Faith by Kathy Howard. As I read through stories Kathy included in her collection, I was inspired and encouraged. Many wrote of their grandparents and the example of faith which left an imprint on their lives. I like that Kathy suggests ways to impact our families.

My grammy lived to ninety-two years old, so I enjoyed knowing her into my late forties. She worked as a dorm mom at KCC, where I went to college, managed a trailer park in Florida, and worked in hospital food production. She read and studied her Bible every day and prayed for everyone. She played piano at church and loved listening to Billy Graham. Her faithful fingerprints touched my life. Looking back, I know she influenced me in ways I didn't understand until years later.

The Bible holds four accounts of Jesus life. Luke's writing is the one I read time and again. Known as a physician, he was also a follower of Jesus, and he chose to capture the events he witnessed about his Savior in writing. He says himself other accounts have been drawn up or written, but he wants to leave a legacy of Jesus life for his friend Theophilus.

Luke chose to tell Jesus' story again so others could read it long after he was gone. And we have. The book of Luke, written so many years ago still bears truth and inspires today.

So my question comes to this: What do I want to leave for my family and friends? What fingerprints do I want to leave behind? What footprints? Ones that follow Jesus or the world?

I pray the words I leave on my blog influence others to seek Jesus. I hope my words and actions inspire folks to look to God. I also hope my grandchildren see Jesus in me.

What legacy are you leaving today?

P.S. The photo was taken on the beach at East Fork Lake. Even the animals leave their footprint.

Happy Mother's Day!

Wishing my mom and all mothers a Happy Mother's Day.

I love being a mom and Babaw/Grammy. 

God has blessed me with an awesome mom, amazing children and 

delightful grandchildren.

I hope you all know how much I love you!

He's our Ever-present Help

Psalm 46:1-3

God is our refuge and strength,
    an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
    and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
    and the mountains quake with their surging.

I loved listening to my Gram tell stories.

Grammy as a teenager

When the 1918 Spanish Influenza attacked, my gram was nine years old. In October a messenger about Grammy's age, dropped a telegram at the door. A military officer had alerted my great-grandmother Helen Hannah Smith to the urgency of her son's illness. "If you want to see him alive, come right away." My Grammy Sara fetched her brother Bernard and his wife, and the family loaded into the Model T and traveled from Lynchburg, Ohio to Camp Sherman in Chillicothe, Ohio where her brother, Walter, prepared to serve in WW1. The flu had hit the camp and my great-grandma Smith was determined to see her son. 

Sara, too young to visit, waited on a bench with the doctor's wife, outside the building where the infected men stayed. Great-grandma applied a mustard plaster to Walter's chest in hopes the home remedy would help. Sadly, Walter died during the epidemic with complications from pneumonia. Great-grandma Smith, Grammy, and other family members contracted the flu. Thanks to the doctor who lived across the street and a neighbor who left soup on their step every day, they survived. As my gram's memories echo with sadness and sorrow, I'm reminded of the folks who have lost loved ones during the COVID-19 pandemic. My heart breaks for anyone who has suffered such loss. 

Please pray with me that God pours peace over those who mourn.

Grammy, Great-grandma Smith, & Mom

Are you feeling exhausted, nervous, sad? Are you mourning? God wants to wrap you in his arms and comfort you. He reaches out to the brokenhearted, the hurting, the sad. He offers shelter in this time of distress.

As I've reflected on my Grammy's story and witnessed her life, I know she clung to Jesus. She loved God and set an amazing example of resilience and faith in her 92 years. No matter what we're going through, God is our strength and our hope. He gives rest to the weary and peace to the broken.

Seek the Father who is our ever-present help in times of trouble.