#passed down

[mysterialflora]

[celebrate-the-clone-wars]

FANART FRIDAY PROMPT: PASSED DOWN

We think of family heirlooms as items that are passed down from generation to generation. But often, the items can be passed to other hands that go beyond familial blood.

What’s important is the item itself and what it represents.

It’s not always meant to be something of high monetary value but something that carries to weight of time and sentimentality. 

It’s often something that cannot be replaced.

Even if it is something that may not look particularly unique or valuable, to the people it belongs to, it is irreplaceable.

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Blessing

In biblical times, receiving a father’s blessing was significant. God made a covenant of blessing with Abraham (Genesis 12:2-3) that was to be passed down through the generations, all the way until the birth of Jesus, the Savior (Matthew 1:2-16). Galatians 3:9 enlightens us to the good news that all who put their faith...

[my90smemories]

Another picture we kept in the family for years. It was originally ours & had it in our Apt then my other Aunt took it & kept it ever since. I always liked the glitter & colors. I told my aunt if she ever got rid of these that I wanted them.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

God commanded that the stories of his mighty acts in Israel's history—and his laws—be passed on from parents to children. This shows the purpose and importance of religious education: to help each generation obey God and set its hope on him. It is important to keep children from repeating the same mistakes as their ancestors. What are you doing to pass on the history of God's work to the next generation?

[madnessintoopera]

Not everything of value

sits behind glass

or waits for a price.

Some things live

in the space between hands—

your mother’s fingers

guiding yours

through your own reflection.

The way she showed you

to sweep color

soft as morning

across your eyelids,

not to become someone else

but to meet yourself gently.

The rhythm of a brush

through tangled hair—

not just untangling strands,

but the day,

the doubt,

the small, unseen knots.

The quiet instruction

of warm water on your face,

how to begin again

each morning

as if nothing has been ruined.

These are not things

you can wrap,

or weigh,

or trade.

They cannot be stolen

because they are given—

again and again—

in mirrors,

in laughter,

in the hush before bedtime.

They are carried

in muscle memory,

in the way you will one day

stand behind someone smaller,

hands steady,

voice soft,

saying

“like this,”

without realizing

you are echoing a voice

that once steadied you.

And that is how

the most precious things survive—

not by being kept,

but by being passed

like light

from one life

to another.

[howifeltabouthim]

'Everything that has been written about and thought about. They will have their chance again, one day. We keep it safe, as we are sure that one day the depositories and libraries will be destroyed. Many have been already. Only what is in the minds of men will survive, passed on by word of mouth.'

Iain Pears, from Arcadia