Footprints

As we were walking on the beach late one afternoon, I was thinking more about water—water seems to occupy of lot of my idle thinking time. As we walked at the edge of the tide coming in, the water washed away all traces of my steps. It brought sand, shells and debris onto the beach and it took sand, shells and debris back out into the ocean. I have been thinking about legacy a lot lately. I suppose that is very natural for someone who is 63—probably even more so when you are diagnosed with cancer.

I started to think about how I want people to remember me—assuming that anyone will. That was not supposed to be a “feel sorry for myself” moment. I am just thinking about memories of my own family for example. I have to admit I know very little about my great grandparents. I don’t even know much about my mother’s father as he died when I was a preschooler. So my grandchildren’s children probably won’t know much about me.

I have come to the conclusion that all that worrying and planning to leave behind footprints for others to follow is really a waste of time. They will be washed away just like the tide washes the shells, sand and debris. Soon after the tide does its work there are more footprints left in the sand, and the tide comes in again to wash them away.

My job is to be the best follower of Jesus, husband, father, father-in-love, Papa, colleague, friend and family member that I can possibly be. Am I leaving footprints behind? Yes, but they are for my children, grandchildren, colleagues, friends and family members to follow NOW. They are my legacy.