Scented Nail Polish. Who knew?
The other morning my daughter was chattering away about a woman in the Guiness World Records who had the longest fingernails. It sounded disgusting to me, to tell you the truth. I began to think about being known as “the woman with the crazy long fingernails,” and wondering who would put the intentional effort into earning that title. And why.
I started to think about earning a reputation and leaving a legacy. We get one lifetime, and its length varies greatly based upon factors that are mostly beyond our control. And then we die and within a period of time, after those who knew us have all passed on, we’re forgotten completely. Like we never existed. Just one more human being in a long line of those who have lived and died.
But some people leave a legacy that lives on for years, generations, or even centuries after they’re gone. Mother Teresa left a legacy of kindness. Shakespeare left a legacy of words. Aristotle left a legacy of ideas. Jonathon Edwards left a legacy of sermons. Mary Lou Retton left a legacy of gymnastics. And Lee Redmond will leave a legacy of grotesquely long fingernails.
I want to leave something of myself behind, something that will have made my living worthwhile. My hope and prayer is that the legacy I leave will be through the novels that I write, and that they will point people to a deeper, richer relationship with God.
But I plan to keep my fingernails short. Easier for typing. And mountain biking.
What kind of legacy do you want to leave behind? How will you be remembered?
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