I read this post today, from Davene at Life on Sylvan Drive, and now link to it, so you can read it too.
Really, it moved me so much. (Okay, nothing new there. But it's really worth a read. I just wrote 'really' twice in the same line. Almost. That's really an evidence of a lack of really good vocabulary. But I'm just back to routine, so my brain is really not functioning well. Okay.)
Back to the post: it moved me because family history does that to me. Men and women who lived, and often passed away, before I was even born, but whose very existence was necessary for me to have life. I often wonder how many of their prayers are being answered now, long after they passed this scene.
Davene's post makes me think of her grandparents, and even great-grandparents - and wonder at God's blessing through the generations. Truly, God is a God of families, and His blessings are so often evident throughout the generations. I pray that God's blessing would be known not only by our own children, but by their children and their children's children, should God see fit to bless them in this way.
So, have you linked to the post? Off you go and have a read. Then come back and tell me what you thought of it.