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.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
So. I can't sleep. I want to, but I have a terrible headache... then there is the stomach ache, the really scary news from a friend and horrifying news from my mom... and I have a lot on my mind.
Timing is a funny thing. Back in 2006, I was making all the preparations to move to Utah to work for a lovely lady at UofU. Suddenly, that fell totally through and I was "stuck" here with 2 weeks on a lease and no plans. I found myself in a house (I had been in a one bedroom apt, sleeping on the sofa for 2 years), with 2 jobs, still matriculating in my graduate program and... I met Matt. Literally, all within a month. It was all about the timing.
The past couple years have been... ahem... challenging. So challenging, in fact, I was pretty sure I was being punished for something I did not understand. And defiant. I was defiant and pretty sure that all this was unfair and "not right."
At the same time, a good friend of mine from college has been struggling with fertility. She and her husband spent tens of thousands and finally got miss Katie. Imagine my amusement when I got a text from Shannon Monday that said simply "We are going to need a minivan" because Shannon had been to the Dr to do preg. hormone testing. Shannon miscarried Wednesday and today got a call from the US government asking her to (finally) start the job she landed 3 months ago. Timing is a funny thing. Sometimes we are asked to bear so much in such a short time. Other times we skate by scot-free, other times the devastating is tempered by the joy. Always though, God's timing is perfection.
I see there was a measure of timing to this situation in my little family's experience. For sure, we are all better for the hardships we have journeyed through. Matt and I are still in love. We still REALLY love each other's company. My 13 year old still snuggles me at church. My baby ADORES. ADORES. his family. It is just wonderful, really, the love we have for each other and the strength we have found in our little family. We have also gained strength from the love of you all too. We have gotten letters, phone calls, emails, etc that just buoy us up from the depths... Always at a perfect time.
I am not sure why, but Matt got a job this week and I feel pretty good about the interview I had Tuesday. That interview experience did WONDERS for my self-worth. I will be honest. I have felt quite under-valued most of recent years, and that experience taught me that I do have value. Brilliant people like me and think I am brilliant too. That has always been the only thing I felt I had out-of-the-ordinary and of late, it has felt that my intelligence does not matter. It does though, it was a gift and I have used that gift. I use the gift to (hopefully) inspire others. I hand out career and summer-intern advise every day. I have many students who have told me that I am their favorite, yet often I have felt like I just don't matter. I was one of two asked to interview for a job that had many, many applicants, 47 of them seriously considered... Since Matt DOES have a job, honestly, it will be fine with me both ways if I get the fancy job or not. It is like a break in the clouds. Believe me, it is no fun to walk in darkness for so long and to feel so... isolated and compelled to maintain an arms-distance attitude for fear of the emotions that heart-felt sharing might release.
Anyway. I am grateful. I realize the Lord's timing is perfect and I really have no idea what He is doing, honestly, I don't, but I do have faith. I have the faith that things will work out the way they should and that I will be satisfied because, in all honesty, I am keeping my end of the bargain and God is bound to keep His.
anyway. I just wanted to share. What are your thoughts on timing?