Heritage is a strange thing. We look in the mirror, and we see our father’s nose, and mother’s eyes. But, what about the deeper things? I have being thinking about my own inheritance from my father. He died twelve years ago; yet, it was not until this week that I could articulate more fully the gifts that he bequeathed to me. That I could do so was only a work of the Heavenly Father and Holy Spirit.

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