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, February 1, 2009

A good day

Today was a very good day- it started off early for me (and for Matt too) as Asher woke at 1, then at 4, which is typical, but I could not fall back asleep at 4. I have a lot of things on my mind, mostly the kinds of things that keep most adults up and generally, I am so exhausted I engage in a typical train of thought, and fall back into sleep fairly quickly, but today that did not happen, so at 4 am, I decided to bear my testimony in my mind as I tried to fall back to sleep. This is something I do when I am having trouble sleeping and as I did this, I was aware of many things I am have testimony of, but especially that I am grateful for this knowledge when so many other things are things of which I remain horrifyingly unsure.

I was up first, so I did my morning things, woke the three children (I jest) and we all got ready with no cross words exchanged (maybe the first time ever, mornings are fun anyway, but with 4 of us to get ready and 2 to feed (Valerie is still not the best at fasting quite yet, but she is getting better), it makes for certain challenges, but we left on-time and happy this morning. I even gave everyone high fives in the car for the lovely morning.

At church, our Young Women president bore her testimony, then our girls got up one after the other and I felt compelled to get up so I asked Matt to move his legs so I could. He did and I sat there for a minute, and the 2nd of our twins got up. They were raised in an orphanage in Russia till they were either 6 or 8. They speak the language of my heart. I love those girls, so then Matt whispered "go!" and I did. It was a pleasure to testify of some of the things I know to be true. The most-humbling is that I have a father in heaven who loves me. That has always brought me a strange, tenuous joy because I don't even know what it is like to have a father on earth who loves me, but certain moments in my life, and tender mercies during my days have shown me throughout my life, my Heavenly Father has given me people to love me and to be loved by me, a family of my own, experiences I would have never dreamed of and for the most part, great peace. That is an assurance to me that yes, I am loved by my Father in Heaven.

As I closed, I noticed the screaming baby, was in fact, Asher, so I went to him and took him to the foyer and after circling the chapel twice and admiring the other babies in the foyer, I came back in to sit. That is when Matt told me Valerie had gotten up to bear her testimony too! I could not believe I missed it and I could not ask what she said, so I reached over and pet her for a while, grateful for that experience for her (her first time EVER to do that) and that I have been able to raise her in the knowledge of the most-important things on this earth.

In young women, we closed with testimonies and since many had already borne the things they know to be true, we got to hear more about these precious girls' knowledge and... Valerie got up again to say she knows the Church is true, that Joseph Smith restored the Gospel, that Jesus died for her and that she can be with her family forever and that if my brother and his wife so choose, they can be reunited with Gavin again. That just... I can't explain it. I am so grateful Valerie has a knowledge of those things and to all of you parents, I thank you on behalf of your children for being an example to them and letting them grow and develop their own testimonies. That is the most-precious gift above all. Sometimes, parenting really is so amazingly rewarding.


Jason and Dana said...

I love fast and testimony meetings. Our wards was especially great today. Yesterday we were able to go to the temple to see an older couple from our ward, that joined the church a little over a year ago, sealed. So it has been a couple of really good days.

Crystal said...

Oh, how I love the temple. I have this crazy idea that I will be alive when my mom gets to go through. I have had that impression a couple times. Talk about joy. I can scarcely imagine how that will feel. What I do know is that she LOVES going with me to temple grounds and that while she was here, we had some amazing conversations about the church and the Book of Mormon.

On a less reverent note, as the Young Women's president was teaching today, Valerie's phone suddenly says "911 what's your emergency?!" I am not sure what was going on there, but that was certainly interesting. Sigh. I told her no phone in church anymore. I did not even know she had it with her. It does not even occur to me that that would be a good idea (to bring it in) with how annoyed I get when peoples' go off... Once a lady across from me ANSWERED hers. In sacrament. So, that was fun ;-)

Leslie said...

Thanks for sharing Crystal. When I was visiting you guys, I could feel the goodness of your ward. I'm glad you're happy there, and that Valerie is flourishing. That's what the young women's program is all about.

A couple of weeks ago I went visiting teaching, and met with a less-active sister for the first time. She has a crazy work schedule and never really makes it to church. She has two teenage girls (15 & 13), and an 11 year old son. We offered to take her kids to church, and she accepted. The 2 girls ended up going with us and stayed for all 3 hours. This Sunday, I didn't pick them up, because I was packing and trying to get ready to leave town immediately after church. (Shame on me!) But when we got to church the 15 year-old was there! It's amazing to me...and I really think it's thanks to the other great youth in our ward who fellowshipped her. Kids will do the right thing if they're supported and allowed to feel the influence of the spirit.

David and Debby said...

it would be so wonderful for your mom to join the church and go to the temple. i am sure she felt the spirit while she was at your home. we'll keep praying too. oh, i changed the color, or i thought i was...it was really hard for me to read. debby

Grandma & Grandpa said...

Never ever give up hope. Your mom is worth every prayer that is said in her behalf. Our children never gave up on us --so miracles do happen. Our fast sunday was special also, grandpa bore his testimony as he does every fast sunday and the depth of his feelings and his "one on one" relationship to our Father in Heaven, was really apparent. It made me weep.We will keep your mom in our prayers.
Love to all,