I'd like to start this post with a portion of one of Poppy's favorite songs, Generations by Sara Groves.
Remind me of this with every decision.Whether or not the above sentiment was in the conscious minds of my ancestors I will never know. I do, however, know that their lives have passed on many, many blessings to me. (And that goes for both sides of my family, even though this post is a direct reference to Mommy's side.)
Generations will reap what I sow.
I can pass on a curse or a blessing to those I will never know.
One of the reasons Mommy loves Illinois trips is because walking on the same ground her great-great-great grandparents trod leaves her feeling connected to her past in a way the streets of Dallas never can.
Illinois is home to the church Mommy's parents and grandparents were married in...
as well as the final resting place for Mommy's great-greatparents, great-great grandparents, and great-great-great grandparents. All in the same cemetery.
These pictures may seem a bit macabre, but they serve as a reminder that the decisions, character, and priorities characterizing our lives will live on long past the moment we breathe our last breath.
Mommy's great grandparents passed down the blessing of a strong work ethic.
Her great-great grandparents passed down the blessing of a strong financial foundation.
And her great-great-great grandparents passed down the blessing of a strong faith.
To all the Guth, Harnish, Schertz, Ulrich, Pierce, Smith, Moss, Parker, Epler, and Eyer family members who have passed on blessings to me: