I stood on the dust of legacy today, the dust where friends have walked and served.  I stood where Jesus was held in the arms of those who knew they were holding a child but may have been unaware of the Savior they embraced.  Dust, dust that was on the face of a little one, the face of Jesus, dust that was streaked from tears flowing down.  I stood on that beautiful dust today and I am blown away by the legacy passed on to us, at this time, in this place, for His good pleasure, to bring Him glory!  What an honor and privilege!