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.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The Hearts of the Fathers
From the day Crystal told me I was going to be a father to now has been a roller coaster of emotions. I have gone from feeling overwhelming joy and love to feeling fear and to a host of feelings in between. During this process however, the only emotion I have not felt is regret.
I've known for many years I wanted to be a father and had a pretty good idea of what kind of a father I wanted to be. However, when I found out I was going to be a dad, I was on the verge of loosing my job. It was at this point I was feeling both joy and fear. I was afraid because I didn't know if I could be the kind of father I envisioned I'd be. I was joyful because I felt like our hopes of having a baby would finally be realized. Following that, there was a period of time where I felt despair because of an old problem which had recirculated and I was on the verge of loosing everything. I've never been more scared of anything than I was during that period. It was only by the grace of God that I am I still sitting here in my home with my wife and family today.
After emerging from the despair I felt I had hopes that I'd be able to be the father I'd wanted to be. Since then I've found and kept a job that at times I've felt was penance for my bad actions. I keep hoping that I'll be able to find a new job soon so I'll be able to be home more including night time. As difficult as my job has been, I have to admit my employer was very accommodating during the day Asher was born and the week that followed.
The night before Asher was born I left work frantically because Crystal called to tell me she was on her way to the hospital. As I drove to the hospital part of me was hoping Asher would be born that night. Of course I should have remembered to be careful what I wished for because this time I got it. After he was born I had to experience responsibility right away since Asher needed to be rushed off to the NICU at UVA. For the first time in my life I learned what it was like to love someone the way a person loves a child. I'd always heard people talk about the unconditional love a person feels for a child of their own. As I raced down to UVA to be with Asher and held my baby for the first time I finally understood that kind of love. It was interesting because I also understood a feeling I didn't expect. I finally understood how much it must have bothered my mom and dad when I'd say so many loathing things about myself.
In the weeks since Asher has been born I've never felt so consistently tired in all my life. But I also feel that I've grown significantly as a person. It was today that I've finally dealt with one of the things that concerned me most. Today I gave Asher his blessing. As I've considered the things mentioned I feel that I need to record what I can remember or I'll forget the vital things told to Asher. Asher was told that he would be blessed with intelligence and the ability to use the gifts he had been given to achieve what he desired. He was also told that he would be able to use his intelligence to develop his testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. He was also told that he would be blessed with a knowledge of the love his family has for him and the ability to return that love to his family members. Finally he was told that he would know what a joy he has been and will be to his family.
As the roller coaster continues I feel grateful for both my son and my daughter. I hope I'll be a better provider for my wife and children. I hope that Asher will be grateful I am his father and that Valerie will be grateful I am her step-father.