Two years…have taught me……1) All my giftings come from family I have never met. 2) Love is the ONLY way. 3) God is the new Santa Claus.
I started this sabbatical in Nov. of 2019. My life had gotten sooooo busy, so filled with self made projects, club responsibilities, gardening, flood disasters and I needed those ducks lined up in a STRAIGHT row, being the personality I am. On top of it I got into a genealogy search thru family I never met to find my Revolutionary Patriot, Thomas Wells of Rhode Island. OMG! What a family I come from! And I met two 1st cousins from New York and it’s unbelievable that one could me my twin and both think just like me. From them I’m learning all about my dad’s parents I never met and that explains me. I could say my grandfather Albert was a dumpster diver as he brought home furniture from his work trash and redid it! Then I hear my widowed grandmother re-washed her dishes when company did her dishes…oops, AND she would take the bus at night and be with her girlfriends and do things…like she had a life!
If you want a friend, you must 1st be friendly, if you want to be loved, you must first love. In all the hustle bustle of trying to get my projects done, I discovered that my projects are my stress relief with the giftings that have been passed on to me. But I found what I love most is being in love with people. My Babcia loved me unconditionally….I am more conditional like my mother to a point….but I find loving is more satisfactory, and it’s not about me being loved, it’s about will that person be better after they have been with ME? I am so busy now with new family, with all the friends we have and now a new cousin from Toronto has found me, actually a year ago….but I have been soooooo busy. Maria, born of a Polish father who immigrated to England, then she to Canada. We share the same great grandparents! ! ! All this because my absent father left me the gift of dancing and hub sidekick and I took dance lessons and met Caroline and her husband who said they were going to a DAR Ball and I said my mom told me I was a DAR and by that evening….LaDonna had traced my lineage and my daughter got us an Ancestry account and family is busting at the seams!
Yes, I did say God is the new Santa Claus. First He gave His only begotten son Jesus to die for our sins so we may be saved. That’s the passport into heaven. Covid testing not necessary. The Blood did it all……ONCE. (for Scott Nelson) But my discovery during my Sabbatical is that when we are young, we can go out and buy those things we want on our Christmas list. When we are old, that is not so…..Only prayers can do it. Only asking God to protect my children, to change their circumstances….I see what’s ahead for all of them, but only God will be able to get them through it….I see the cycle of life repeating itself and as the giftings circulate through my various children, grandchildren…..great grandchildren, I also see the the bad genes passing down, hell bent on destroying. My baby son died, my grandmother’s 6 month old son died. Life happened. My family is experiencing life as is every family. I am in prayer constantly. My heart hurts, but each must discover for themselves what has taken me all my life to discover….methinks from family somewhere I got “slow” and “dumb”.
On my Christmas list for myself, better health. Years of foolishness, not eating the best….has taken a toll. And I’m praying for hub side-kick’s heart to change so I can have a HOUSE dog…I agreed not to after my 2 outside dogs passed. But you see, this can only be gotten through God…the fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.
Thank you God for my sabbatical. I found myself and what is important.
