Legacy. After everything is said and done, we all end up the same... our flesh and blood buried down deep in the ground.
Although this is true, each flesh has its own chance before passing into dust to leave a little spark of themselves in the world they once lived. A legacy.
Some choose to fill with bitterness or disgust.. a scrooge. While others portray nothing but generosity and pure love. Some choose to stay behind the scenes, and others choose the limelight.
What is your motivation? Who is driving you?
Realize, your legacy is not all that matters in this world. In fact, nothing in this world matters.
In the end, we will die. Our time on this earth is just like the dust that we stir with a whoosh of our breath, and away it goes.
Legacy. Why are we here? There is something much greater coming... someone.
And His legacy should drive ours.
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.