Legacy

I wrote long ago about legacy.  What is it that I leave behind, when this life ends?

It is confusing because father left me no legacy, because of his own paranoia and lies, he left nothing behind when he died.  1,200 pages of poorly connived stories, I already knew the truth behind ... well, it only communicates how he continued to believe he was smarter than the world, including me.  Sad.

Last night, after yet another attack of hate being inflicted upon me, I lay in bed and considered the question of legacy.  If I do not survive this operation ... what do I leave behind?

Certainly, those I was able to be used to bring to salvation, by whatever means, well that is a pretty good legacy.
Those I discipled through the years, as well.
Those whose lives I invested in, by whatever means, could be good or bad.

The story of our lives, what we leave behind, is the names of those lives we helped to changed - for the better.

Everything else is just fluff and of no value what-so-ever.