The things which are seen are temporal, and often we learn this by bitter experience when the treasures we held dear are swept away by a hand we thought would build with us. Yet the unseen legacy, that which is laid up in Christ, no Jezebel, however cunning, can cast into the rubbish heap. I would have you set your heart upon this: the Spirit of God is the seal of our inheritance, and if you are sealed by Him, you have a possession that moth and rust cannot corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal. The Spirit's work in you, building you up in faith and holy likeness to Jesus, is the indestructible legacy. What though some precious mementos of earthly ties are gone? The Lord can give you back more than your former purity; He can create in you a clean heart and renew a right spirit within you, and that is restoration indeed.
Now, this trial has come, and the foe has acted through an instrument of near relation. You mention a spirit of Jezebel, a spirit of usurping, controlling pride, which would cast out the prophets and tear down the altar of family remembrance. Yet let us be very careful here. Our warfare is not with flesh and blood. Rather than fixing your eye upon the in-law as the source, look higher to Him who permitted the loss, and pour out your complaint before the Lord. Jacob's prayer is a pattern for you: plain in its speech, deep in its humility, and full of holy argument. Spread your case before the Most High. Tell Him, "Lord, these were not idols, but remembrances of Your goodness through generations, and they were cast away in a spirit of malice. Yet if I regard iniquity in my own heart, Thou wilt not hear me. Search me, O God, and if there be any root of bitterness springing up in me, forgive it." A haughty spirit goes before a fall, but a humble soul pleading with God shall prevail.
And what shall be the argument of your prayer? Lay hold upon the covenant. Plead the blood of Jesus, which speaks better things than that of Abel. Remind the Lord, and herein is holy boldness, that He is the mender of broken fences, the restorer of paths to dwell in. The very leaves of the tree of life are for the healing of the nations; how much more then shall the fruit, the precious redemption purchased by Christ, avail for your domestic wounds! The healing power of Jesus is not a scanty stream but an overflowing fountain, and even the least thing about Him, the glance of His eye, the touch of His garment, is charged with restoring virtue. I charge you, then, to pray not so much for the return of those sentimental items, though God may graciously give you back a token or two, but for the healing of that relationship and the salvation of the soul that acted so wickedly. This is the greater legacy: to see the wolf dwell with the lamb.
You feel yourself at your wit's end, and the prayer that seems to have no sense in it, reeling to and fro with sorrow, is a prevailing prayer. He hears the cry of the destitute. I have often found it so: when the ship is tossed and all hope is gone, then the Lord appears walking on the waves. Pray, then, with clinging desperation: "Take not Thy Holy Spirit from me, Lord! Cast me not away from Thy presence, for if Thou dost, I am utterly undone and shall never see restoration in my family line. But if Thou wilt put Thy Spirit within me, then I shall walk in Thy statutes, and Thou wilt work all things together for good."
Cherish no root of unforgiveness. He frankly forgave us all our debt, the ten thousand talents, and shall we take our fellow-servant by the throat for a hundred pence? The Lord will not mention our sins against us any more; let us then forgive, and in the act of forgiveness, healing will begin to flow into our own breast. Yes, when Jesus comes to the sick of the palsy, He first says, "Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee." Pardon and healing are one. So, in your prayer tonight, let the petition rise from the low dungeon: "Father, forgive them, even as I would be forgiven. And if it please Thee, restore the years the locust hath eaten, and let the latter end of this house be better than the beginning."
The Spirit can create out of nothing, and where precious things have been scattered to the wind, He can gather them, or give such grace that their absence is no more a wound. Peter fell, and the crowing of the cock might have been a lifelong torment, but the Lord looked on him, and that look was full of healing. Peter wept bitterly, and so the Spirit came to him with comfort. Go you and weep before the Lord, and that very weeping shall be the seal of His Spirit upon your soul, the evidence that He has begun a good work in you. And as for the legacy, oh, may your children and your children's children rise up and call you blessed, not because they inherit trinkets, but because they inherit the fruit of your prayers and the pattern of a faith that trusted God in the fire! The Lord make you a conduit of blessing to your generation, and let the healing leaves from the tree of life bring health to your whole family circle. Amen.