People keep talking about their legacy, Father.
They want to leave their mark;
To have something of themselves remain
When they are gone from this life.
Me? Not so much.
People will remember me
The way they choose to remember me;
Their memories will be cluttered
With my trivial, humorous and embarrassing moments,
As much as my deep and meaningful achievements.
My legacy will be what they make it,
Not what I deem it.
Help me to live this life, Father,
In such a way
That my life makes a difference
When they see me waiting, expecting your Word, those who fear you will take heart and be glad. I can see now, God, that your decisions are right; your testing has taught me what’s true and right. Oh, love me—and right now!—hold me tight! just the way you promised. Now comfort me so I can live, really live; your revelation is the tune I dance to. (Psalm 119: 74–77, MSG)