Driving to work for the past 38 years, I have noticed a clump of pecan trees in a farmer’s field.

Early every spring, two rows of daffodils pop up through the cold, hard sod. The rows of flowers indicate that there once was a home nestled between the trees.

The house is long gone; the people have passed. But the brilliant yellow daffodils give testimony that they were once here. What a wonderful legacy everyone who drives past them can enjoy.

This year, we have heard much about the legacy of the outgoing president. All great and important men are interested in how history will judge them — how they will be remembered. Great men of antiquity built the pyramids, the Colosseum and the Taj Mahal.

When we have passed on, what will be said of us? People won’t talk about how much money we made, the size of our homes or what kinds of cars we drove. We should hope people will remember and talk about our relationship with God, the love we had for our families and our treatment of fellow man.

Proverbs 31:10-31 tells of a virtuous and wise woman who works hard to provide for her family. She also shares with the poor and loves God. Her children rise up and call her blessed.

That is a true legacy.

In Luke 12:27, Jesus said, “Consider the lilies, how they grow. They toil not, they spin not; yet I say unto you that Solomon in all of his glory was not arrayed as one of these.”