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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Building A Life (For My Son)


"Life is the sum of all your choices."  ~Albert Camus


Gifts come into our lives from the time we are born.  We cry for our first breath, and our first one is granted.  From that moment on we receive them perpetually.  A bounty presents themselves, not just booties, tricycles, and car keys, but traits as well.  A father’s smile, mothers eyes, and an uncle’s humor are all part of the package of trophies you are awarded along the way.
For an inheritance is not a set of papers nor an estate with a large bank account that can be squandered or lost.  It is an accumulation of gifts, some tarnished with the hard lessons of foolish ways.  While others are brilliant with the wisdom of time.  These offerings cannot be bought, nor wrapped.   They are the attributes that make us who we are.  The principles and the struggles we face are all part of a legacy of choices of all our ancestors before us.  The traits trickle down like raindrops on a window pane, collecting at the sill for us to soak up with a cloth.  They are the offerings and tools we can utilize to build our lives, or to consume them.   All the talents, mistakes, lessons, triumphs, and experiences mold the clay of the ceramics of another generation.  We are truly products of the past, be it strong, or be it weak.  God gives us life, an opportunity to be, and through His grace, He gives us the power to choose how we will use that gift.
This year my birthday gift to you is a simple crafted wooden box.  It was built by a young man that grew up to be your grandfather  Parkes Van Horn.  He was born February 15, 1922, and grew up enduring the struggles of the great depression.  He was a man whose hardships throughout his childhood out-weighed the carefree times children usually experience.  When all was said and done, the difficult times he faced molded him into a stronger man, and made him a wonderful example of the power of overcoming the adversity we may face in our lives.  As a young man, he built this box with the same integrity that built his life.  All the admirable qualities, and every lesson learned both through wisdom, and foolish mistakes, are instruments that shaped the legacy that he has left behind.  This simple wooden box is just one part of many gifts that he has given me, and also passed down to you.  These are truly a genuine and valuable inheritance that is yours to embrace.
Yes, inheritance is more than a set of papers and big estates that can be squandered or lost.   It is the values and purpose that build our lives.  These ideals are the true gifts that our heart learns to carry along the way, and no storm, nor thief can take these prized possessions away.  We can either choose to accept them whole heartedly embracing the lessons that come from them, or let them lie stagnant in waste never progressing or moving forward.   For all these choices are the legacy that we not only leave behind for the ones we love, but we also take with us when we pass away.  My hope for you my son is that you choose the ones that not only build a better life for you, but also for your children and your grandchildren to come.





What we are is God's gift to us.  What we become is our gift to God.  ~Eleanor Powell


Linking with lovely Emily at Imperfect Prose

11 comments:

Brian Miller said...

nice carrie...a beautiful gift and prayer for your son through your words to him...i hope that he does just that and you continue to build into him...

emily wierenga said...

oh carrie, i've missed you. how are things with your son? i love this gift you're giving him... xo

Carrie Burtt said...

Thank you Brian for your wonderful encouragment...you certainly are a giver of that all over the blogosphere. :-)

Emily I have missed you to....my son is doing better...it has just been a rough road for both him and me as well. Thank you for your prayers. :-)

ells said...

Carrie..thanks for stopping by...this is just beautifully written...I pray your son can take in the richness of your words and the love in which they are penned.
Blessings~

Sheila Moore said...

Good to read your beautiful words, Carrie. Many blessings, Sheila

Steve E said...

Yes Carrie, often we desire those gifts which have little lasting purpose. Rather seek treasure surrounded with spiritual and heart- felt gifting.

LOVE that picture of the sea, I've used it twice as a blog header.

thanks for your visit. It gave me a chance to come here. PEACE!

Magnolia Forrest said...

Hi, Carrie,

This is a beautiful post, and a beautiful gift for your son. I especially like the imagery of the second paragraph. You found a new and poetic way of saying something that is true, but sometimes hard to put into words. Thanks for sharing this.

Elise S.

ayala said...

This is awesome, Carrie. just beautiful :)

nicolewian said...

Just came across you blog and you have amazing quotes throughout here.

Baishali said...

oh such beautiful words ... loved it so ...

Elisabeth said...

Hi Carriesi

I'm here from Christine of Lockwood Seasons. Yours here is such a glorious post and a joyous gift to your son.

There's a story on my family that one of my brothers in law, who never married or had children of his own, intends to leave his anvil to my first born daughter as she is the oldest grand daughter in my husband's immediate family.

I relish this story and yours here has a similar depth and resonance. I'm very pleased to meet you and to be able to read your beautiful writing. Thanks.