6 Aug

6 August

My dad is 79. That’s getting in on years! He lives in Ipswich and I live in Townsville. We don’t get too much time together, so I treasure the moments when we find ourselves in the same place.

When we have an afternoon to just hang out, no agenda, I ask him to tell me his stories. He has stacks, some from my childhood, some from his life, and others from my grandparents journeys. I love the stories because they anchor me to something bigger than my day-to-day. They remind me of the legacy of the Ridgeway family.

In Deuteronomy 4, Moses purposefully reminds Israel not to forget. In verse 9, Moses says to the people, ‘Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them fade from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children, and to their children after that.’

It’s easy to get caught up in the urgency of managing the day-to-day and forget the legacy that you carry. Moses was cognoscente of that. He wanted God’s people to keep the stories of God’s goodness in the forefront of their minds. He wanted the stories of God’s mercy and grace to be a legacy that their children carried.

The day-to-day can be frustrating. It can be filled with disappointments. It is often has a loud and insistent voice that drowns out everything else.

But when I treasure the God stories of my journey, it reminds me that God is consistently good to me. It prompts me to see past the small irritations of the journey. It energises the promises that God has spoken over my future. It informs sacrificial decisions that are made not for my immediate benefit, but as an investment for future generations.



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Sam Macpherson