I had an experience with prayer this week that just reamffirmed to me that Heavenly Father is constantly watching over us and knows all of our needs, however insignificant. I was about to leave to pick Grace up from school and realized that Elliot was poopy. So I changed him and went outside to throw away his diaper. he ran up behind me and locked the front door, they are just those little push button locks. Well, we have a child proof lock on the front door so he couldn't turn the handle to unlock the door. So Elliot and Maggie were inside alone and I was supposed to be leaving to pick up Grace and I was locked out!! All of the doors and windows were locked, which I diligently check every day so I knew it was usless to try and get in on my own. So I went around to the back yard where we didn't have a lock on the door, but the door was deadbolted. The door is glass so Elliot could see me. We don't have a lock on that door because the deadbolt sticks and Elliot can't usually open it. So I said a prayer that Elliot would be able to turn the deadbolt and went to work trying to get his attention. It took us a while, Elliot walked away a couple of times, he tried to turn it a few times without any luck, but finally he reached up and turned the lock and the door opened!! I was so grateful that Heavenly Father was watching over me. That definitely strengthened my testimony of the power of prayer. All we have to do is ask.
love, Becky
HISTORY
A Little History:
Our story begins in Pocatello, Idaho, circa 1972, when the lovely Debby Christensen agreed to a first, though fateful date with admirer, David Croshaw. Long story-short, he bade her follow him, and they went arm-in-arm to the Logan, Utah temple for establishment of an eternal family unit, Generation 1, on May 23 1973.
From their first blissful summer in Salt Lake City, educational pursuits took them to Provo/Orem, Utah, birthplace of Leslie and Rebecca, and to San Francisco/Oakland California, birthplace of Colin and Matt. Then, for establishment of livelihood, expansion of the tribe with Abby and Dana, and for raising/unifying of Generation 2, it was back to the roots in Pocatello for a rewarding sojourn.
In time, driven by a raging, but commonly shared sense of adventure and independence, one-by-one, Generation 2 escaped the homeland to distant regions of the country and the world, each ultimately developing their own tribal expansions by pairing with worthy mates and initiating Generation 3.
Now sensing fulfillment of their purpose in Pocatello, Generation 1 has also left those roots and transplanted to Cascade Idaho, from which base, they anticipate more abundant contact with The Posterity, Generations 2 and 3, in the future. That contact however, awaits fulfillment of a call to LDS missionary service in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, wherein they hope to help the state of the world by sharing the love of Jesus Christ.
So now, including Generation 0 (Grandma and Grandpa Christensen) home base includes Yuma, Arizona, Pocatello, Idaho, Cascade, Idaho, Vancouver, BC, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Spokane, Washington, Boise, Idaho, Los Angeles, California, back to Boise, Idaho, and on and on (Generation 3+) to infinity.
Our Mission Statement:
This is the blog of our eternal family unit. Initiated years ago, it served well as a journal, but even more so, as an archive of our personal interaction. It was a gathering place, a confabulation instrument, a unifying force for four generations of widely dispersed and progressively prolific posterity, and their valued associates. Though it served these purposes well for many years, it eventually took a back seat to new-kids-on-the-block, Facebook, and Instagram, and was sadly forgotten.
We now move to resurrect this blog with an added functional purpose of archiving the missionary experiences of Generation 1, of their movements and activities as they participate with The Gathering of Israel in the land northward. In so doing, we hope that via their own comments and posts, this blog will again serve to gather and unify the posterity and their friends.
As in the past, that the young and vibrant may know the old and tired, that enduring bonds may be fostered and maintained, that experience and encouragement may be openly shared, that posterity may embrace truth, and that hearts may be knit together, we must resist detachment despite our geographic divergence. We shall do so here.
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