The words “Leaving a Legacy” bring up an instant image for me.
I was about 8 or 9 years old on a visit to Grandpa and Grandma in Swift Current, Saskatchewan. Getting up in what seemed like the middle of the night to use the bathroom wasn’t scary because everything about Grandma & Grandpa’s house felt cozy and safe. Leftover smells of veranika and farmer sausage, the carpeted hallway, Grandma's sewing room walls covered with pictures of cousins, aunts, uncles and other relatives in outdated clothing, the mantel clock on Grandpa’s desk that chimed the quarter hours like a guardian angel. All added to the embrace that was Grandpa & Grandma’s house. So it didn’t frighten me to hear voices murmuring when the house should have been dark and quiet.
Grandpa & Grandma’s bedroom was across from mine, and that night as I padded to the bathroom there they were. In their pajamas, kneeling by their bed, side-by-side, backs towards me, praying - in Low German with smatterings of English.
In that brief moment I heard them pray for their children, their grandchildren, their great-grandchildren, and future generations to come. In my 8-year-old head it was just Grandma & Grandpa praying, but that image was burned into my brain.
When I think about it now I see the significance of this seemingly simple vignette. First of all, I know without a doubt that this wasn’t a one-time thing. It was something they did every night. And, I am humbled and overjoyed to realize that those many many years ago they were praying for my grandson, whose first birthday is today. Their prayers still cover my family. My prayers will join theirs as I pray for my children, grandchildren, and generations to come.
Thank you Grandma & Grandpa. What a legacy!