A penny for my thoughts/Oh no! I’ll sell them for a dollar/They’re worth so much more/After I’m a goner
(Random side note: She has cool hair!)
For some reason a long time ago, when I was younger,
I was convinced I was going to die young. Okay, in all honesty, it wasn’t when I was that much younger. Maybe it was just a few years ago.
And it’s not even that I wanted to die. It wasn’t that I was depressed. Or sick of life. Or that I wanted to be some sort of tragedy. I just thought I was going to die young.
Which made me think, (which is always dangerous) and I thought if I died now, what would I be leaving behind? What kind of legacy have I left behind?
Which made me resolve to leave a better legacy. Or at least to let God work through me. Its not about my legacy in the end. It’s about Him.