When the Lord transplanted us to the state of Washington, the self-proclaimed green state, we learned a whole new language. Suddenly, I had a whole bunch of new stuff to worry about, like carbon footprints and leaving a carbon trail. In other words, we’re supposed to live in such a way that others that come behind us don’t know we were there.
My grandson, Brayden, better known as Bubba, is too recently transplanted from California to have adopted the new green lifestyle. Well, maybe his trail isn’t exactly a carbon one, but he definately leaves evidence of his presence everywhere.
There must have been some great excitement that caused Bubba to leave his prize possessions, his Wego Cwocs (Lego Crocs) and his deet-dees(pacifiers), in a pile in the middle of the living room floor.
Maybe, he heard the magical popping sound of opening a cellophane bag, and he thought he might be fed something good, like potato chips or cookies.
It might have been the sudden urge to go find his gateburd (skateboard.)
The kitty might have run by and taunted Bubba with it’s flittering tail, begging to be chased.
Wasn’t too hard to figure out who got into Aunty Beff’s gum. Bubba left another carbon trail.
This is Bubba, making the Pirate Face. Sometimes his little smirky smile and his wincing eye almost meet. It’s adorable! Along with missing Wego Cwocs and deet-dees, there’s usually something that isn’t a toy that has captured his attention. It might be a stick from a tent he fought pirates with, it might be a paper towel tube that was his spyglass, or a headless Lego man that has been his partner in adventure.
This little guy also leaves a trail of giggles, sticky kisses, neck scrunching hugs and lingering secrets of “I Wuv U.” The trail he leaves behind is endearing, because he is so loved and so loveable. The trail leaves behind tells of the adventure he had that day and indicates what sparked his imagination.
Bubba’s trail made me think of the trail I’m leaving behind.
I want to leave behind precious memories, inspiring faith, enduring love and abounding joy. But to LEAVE that, I have to LIVE it. My life’s prayer is sung by Steve Green.
(singing starts at 2:22)
Find Us Faithful
We’re pilgrims on the journey of the narrow road
And those who’ve gone before us line the way
Cheering on the faithful, encouraging the weary
Their lives a stirring testament to God’s sustaining grace
Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses
Let us run the race not only for the prize
But as those who’ve gone before us Let us leave to those behind us
The heritage of faithfulness Passed on through godly lives
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
May the fire of our devotion light their way
May the footprints that we leave Lead them to believe
And the lives we live inspire them to obey
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
After all our hopes and dreams have come and gone
And our children sift through all we’ve left behind
May the clues that they discover And the memories they uncover
Become the light that leads them To the road we each must find
Repeat Chorus Twice
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
Georgeous little boy. I identify so well with all his capers. Did you receive an email from me?
Ruby, no I didn’t! [email protected]….could you please resend? thanks! looking forward to hearing from you.