Giving an Inheritance


My grandson liked his jacket so much that he put on a tie for the occasion.

I have always enjoyed collecting things.  When I was a child I collected ceramic horses, dogs, and cats and Beatles pictures.  As an adult I have collected pigs, pottery, and always books, books, books.  When I started missionary work in 2010 I began collecting flags from all over Europe.  I also began collecting patches from each country I visited.  I didn’t have any idea what to do with the patches, I just liked collecting them.  Then in 2011 I became a grandmother, and now I have two grandchildren.

Last year my grandson (now six years old) began to show some interest in all the countries that I’ve visited.  We talked over the Europe placemat that I had given him, and marked the countries I’ve visited in dry erase marker.

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Detail of the back of the jacket.

So for Christmas I got him and his little sister a jacket and poncho, respectively.  I began to put the patches on them, but had to stop because of a severe eyestrain headache.  I suffered eyestrain because I was putting reading glasses over my glasses—an imperfect but cheap alternative to bifocals or progressive glasses[1].

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The jacket front.

The next day I removed my glasses to sew the patches, but then my right hand began to go all carpal-tunnel-numb from all the sewing.  So again I had to stop.  But Christmas was coming, and I needed to finish their presents.  So I asked a friend to pray for me.  I didn’t specify what the problem was, I just asked him to pray for my hand.  He did and the following day I was able to finish both the jacket and the poncho.

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Detail of the back of the poncho.

When I prayed about these gifts, the Lord gave me Isaiah 54:3[2]:

You shall expand to the right and to the left, and your descendants will inherit the nations, and make the desolate cities inhabited, (NKJV, emphasis mine).

Suddenly I understood why I had been attacked with eyestrain and numbness in my hand: the defeated enemy didn’t want me to get these gifts done because they represented my grandchildren’s inheritance.

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The front of the poncho.

Now, most children don’t like gifts of clothing.  They would rather receive toys.  I did give them each a small toy, but they were thrilled with these gifts—far more than I had dared to hope.

God has sent me on assignment in Europe, and my work there is producing an inheritance for my descendants.  Simple gifts that I had thought might be more for me than for them turned out to be important keys to my investment into their future.  God is good!

[1] I can’t wear bifocals anymore because I kept tripping over curbs and stepping in dog mess.  Progressives are just bifocals without the line, so that wouldn’t solve the problem of not properly seeing where I’m walking.

[2] The entire chapter of Isaiah 54 was given to me as a rhema word in 1992 when God reclaimed me.  I often re-read it, finding fresh understanding of my inheritance—and that of my children and grandchildren.

2 thoughts on “Giving an Inheritance

    • Thanks Barnaba! Please don’t worry about my eyes. Unless I’m doing intense close work like sewing, it’s really not even an issue. It almost never bothers me as I read or write. Just an age thing, I guess.


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