Cheers to the New Year!

At holiday times I often find myself being more nostalgic and family aware. I’m more gracious and loving. I consider those things that harken back to my childhood and the lovely memories. The sound of a grandfather clock takes me back to Christmas Evenings, with the greater Carpenter family lounging around my Mamaw and Papaw’s house, with gift exchanges and great food.

Any photo of many people holding real lit candles reminds me of gathering at my Mamaw and Papaw’s church to sing “Silent Night”.

Hearing “Oh Holy Night”, in any musical genre reminds me of Monique Donnelly ushering me into a wonderful time of worship.

This past Thanksgiving, I got on a crazy heritage kick. Some work had been done on Ancestry.com already by others, and with my downtime I was able to connect together a few standalone trees. The two biggest stories travel around from NYC, down through Virginia, Mississippi, ultimately in landing in Arkansas.

The other story remained in Scotland for quite a long time. There’s essenses of fleeing Oliver Cromwell, resettling in Holland then France, then returning to Scotland as Protestants. Whew!

Why did I say all that? Well, of course I discovered our family clan and the name remained in our line until my Dad’s grandmother, Susan Anderson. Many families can’t trace their heritage very far. I’m sad for them. There’s something deep and nostalgic about feeling connected to a long line of people whom I can identify. It’s fun to discover repeated names all the way back. There aren’t any Trevors or Deannas, but all four of our kids have repeated names back for generations.

Some of the coolest things I’ve learned are that we can trace back to 900 AD, in the Highlands of Scotland. Do you know who rebelled the Romans in about 211 BC? The highlanders of Scotland! FREEDOM! So I guess if we could trace back into the pagan Scots, we’d find my ancestors beating down British conqurorers. Argh, we helped do it again in the 1700’s on another continent! 🙂

How is this a Happy New Years post? I don’t know. Chemo brain, I ramble on and on. The truth is, folks and online friends who won’t read this have already hidden me anyway. As much as I’d love to create content that folks want to read, I lament that I bore others.

My point for all that truly is that where we’ve come from matters, but for different reasons. My parents fit a “traditional” model, with two kids who each got married youngish and had some kids. They raised us going to church, and the Lord saved us in spite of that. 🙂

My wife came from divorce and remarriage and some hard decisions as a teen. God saved her through her repentence and redeemed her through all that.

The Lord brought these two so very different people together, and we started our own legacy, standing on the shoulders of our different family histories. The past matters. But not more than the future!

I think it’s important to understand where we’ve come from. When the Lord stepped in and began redeeming your family, it can create a legacy if that’s traced farther back. Yet if God saved you first in your family, now you’re blessed with creating a legacy for generations to come.

Yet, we should not focus on the past, yet focus on where the Lord is taking you and your family. Create a heritage that your ancesters will look back on with gratefulness and joy.

God has taken Deanna and I through so much, not just this leukemia journey, but through our whole marriage. Through sickness and health means something now. My wife has BEEN Jesus to me many times. She has served me well, and taken the burden of both parents for quite a while. It’s now my turn to heal and return to my position of husband and father, and I believe that 2016 will be my year. We’ve been going to counseling, and it’s been the greatest tool the Holy Spirit has been using to open our eyes and begin to sanctify us. Praise God for this new element in our lives!

Cheers to the New Year. May you be a blessing to all. Happy New Year.

Πηγαίνετε με το Θεό
(Go with God.)

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Author: TREVOR

Leukemia survivor. Son of The Most High. Father. Man.