A Legacy of Faith

The Holy Spirit of God gets my attention often uniquely, unusual, yet using the ordinary in my day. For instance, in the past couple years, I’ve become interested in genealogy and my family tree. Never really giving the passion for genealogy a second thought, yet aware, some days it seems to consume. My reasoning… Why…. I’m leaving a legacy for my family, of course. My children are not blood related; therefore, tracing my family line has no impact whatsoever on their past heritage or on their Dog with a bonechildren’s future heritage. I put together books as a surprise for my siblings almost two years ago. Yet, I’m still drawn to find out more. These past few weeks the question kept popping into my head, “Why do I spend much of my time doing genealogy research? Why does genealogy draw me like a dog obsessed with a bone?”

Ferreting out truth is the foundation for my love of Bible study. I love being a detective and putting all the pieces together. Genealogy is prime detective work. That in-and-of-itself could be reason enough. The question would not die, “Why the need to explore and allow research of this nature to consume my time as often as it does”?

It’s not easy sharing my journey with the Lord. It requires a level of transparency I would just as soon not reveal. Yet, someone else might struggle similarly and I hope my transparency will give them encouragement  and hope.

Most of my life I’ve “felt” like an outsider, like I never quite fit or belong.  I’ve an overwhelming need to belong; to feel like I matter.  I didn’t grow up in a “Cosby” family; oops, with the revelation of recent Cosby events I better find a different role model.  Because of the dysfunction in our home my siblings and I weren’t close. We had good times and moments but the bond which should have been there between brothers and sisters, just wasn’t; at least not for me.  As we’ve gotten older some of that has changed. One however cannot turn back the clock. You cannot erase years of patterning through dysfunction overnight. I can’t speak for my siblings, but I can say for me, that sense of wanting to belong, to be loved for who I am, warts, imperfections and all, runs deep.

Genealogy research opened a doorway into my heritage which extended beyond the boundaries of my family. Not to mention it’s revealed a few interesting tidbits, skeletons and new family connections.  My family, for the most part, never talked about their family of origin.  I knew my paternal grandparents came from Scotland and New Zealand, the “Old Country” as they referred to it.  Did they have siblings?  What age and how did they travel to the United States?  What did their life look like as a child growing up in the later part of the 1800’s? I knew nothing, nada, zilch.  I knew even less of my maternal side of the family. The things I’ve discovered have brought more depth to my family.  I know it may sound crazy and I admit I don’t totally understand.  But it has, it does and that’s what keeps me ferreting out more roots.

“So what?”  Why does it matter I’m passionate for genealogy research?  It certainly isn’t a sin. On one side of the coin it absolutely doesn’t matter.  I enjoy it.  It’s legacy of faithexasperating and fun all at the same time. I’ve used my passion to help others discover their family tree roots.  All good!  But for me, the very fact the question would not die, said, God’s about to reveal a truth I need to discover or understand in order for spiritual growth, to take place.

I’m a child of God.  I accepted him as “The Way, The Truth and The Life” many years back.  When I did, I became a part of His family through Spiritual adoption.  In essence I’ve become a sister to Jesus.  No blasphemy intended folks, I’m speaking metaphorically.  I’ve a wonderful inheritance and a rich heritage to look forward too.  Yet, at times it doesn’t seem enough.  And therein lays the rub. Why isn’t it enough?  God loved me enough to send Jesus.  Jesus loved me enough to die, providing the opportunity to become a part of his family. The Holy Spirit’s with me every day.  Why is that not enough?  It is!  It truly is, and yet, there’s this hole…. a hole which never seems to quite get filled.

The answer lies within…  its self-worth.  Where am I finding my value, my purpose? Do I find my value in the things of this life; in what I do or don’t do?  Does it lay in who I am; my prestige or status?  Is it about my possessions, how much money’s in the bank, or who I know; or in the number of invites to social functions? Does it matter how often someone texts or calls?  Does it lie in the approval of mankind or in their applause, or hearing the words,  “Good job girl”? All of these things play a part. They should not be the defining factor.

I, we, you, all have value because God created us.  We have value because the Creator of the Universe places a huge, infinite value upon each of us.  I, you, we, have purpose.  It’s God’s approval, opinion  and “Atta girl or Atta boy”, which matter.

I’m still seeking the approval, applause, love and acceptance of others. Lord, teach me how to not to look to mankind for my worth, but to you! May I leave a legacy of faith rooted in you!

Until next time

“Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.” Galatians 1:10



Author: Sandra

I became a writer in my later years. I love blogging and sharing life with others. I speak to women's groups about the Christian life.

4 thoughts on “A Legacy of Faith”

  1. One of the reasons I blog is to leave a digital legacy to my future generations. This is my way to impact my kids, and their kids, and kids I’ll never get to see to come.

    To search out your family, I think is to explain who you are. I would think your past relatives would be so tickled that you would want to get to know them. They are real. They helped shape you. I think it’s pretty cool you know where you came from. It’s pretty amazing, actually. 🙂


    1. Thank you. I blog because I felt a “call” on my life to do so. Each time I write and hit the publish button I pray I’ve shared what the Lord would have me share. My words will survive me. I hope they will have meaning to future generations and today’s. Thank you for your words of encouragement. Anytime you need help tracing your tree, assuming you would like too, let me know. I be happy to help.

      P.s.you are a writer whose words I enjoy reading. You are gifted. Keep on blogging.

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  2. For me, seeing my genealogy is fascinating because of the bigger picture. My ancestors on my Mom’s side were all faithful Christians, who passed down their legacy of faith and courage to conquer this life. Their fortitude and integrity forged their way through their passage from “The Old Country” to the New; from the Revolution to Vietnam, we survived. My father made it through the Korean War. He worked himself up from a janitor to a Manager over Quality Control at I.T.T. a leader in technology of his time. So many victories that God brought us through and hard times too. It gives me hope that my fleeting existence is worth something. God uses each of us to fulfill His Will here on earth. My heritage found in the genealogy and tapestry of every life in my family tree is rooted in God’s love. What joy that brings! God has each of our lives in the palm of His hands. What we do with the life He gives us is our choice – His will or ours and what consequences come from that decision? My ancestors had to deal with that question every day. Just like me! Yeah. Genealogy. Pretty cool…


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