“A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.” Proverbs 13:22

My grandparents weren’t rich. Both my grandmothers were nurses and both my grandfathers were blue-collar laborers. There were not huge estates to settle when my forebears passed away. There weren’t stock certificates, or millions of dollars to distribute amongst there heirs. Nonetheless, they left legacies that live on in me.

Both my grandmothers were beautiful, hardworking, women of faith. They went to church on Sunday, but they also prayed throughout the week. They had no choice. There were children involved. I have no idea how anybody raises children without praying. And I know their children. I imagined they prayed a lot.

Both my grandmothers owned homes. They weren’t fancy houses with columns or circular driveways. But they were places of refuge from the outside elements. It was safe place where their children could return to, if they needed. It was a place to rest. It was a place to send your wayward children when you needed a break. It was home.

It’s women’s history month, and I want to spend the next few weeks celebrating women whose stories have blessed my life. I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to start than with Francella Edith and Freda Mae. The inheritance they left me was more valuable than money. It was a legacy of faith, and I strive to build on that legacy every day.