How many people know where they come from. I don’t mean what country did our ancestors come from, though that’s good to know to, but I mean who you came from. The stories that created the characters. The aunts, the uncles, grand and great grand parnets. The good and the bad. The deaths, the miscarriages, even the murders. The abusers, along with the saints of the family.
I have been working on my lineage, and to do so I have had to seek out the “elders” of my family. Surprisingly, when they saw I was coming with an open heart/mind, they found tremendous freedom in sharing the things they have been spending 50 yrs. trying to forget.
“When an Elder of the family dies, a library is burned” ~African Proverb.
I have found out that my family history comes from abuse, rape, & murder…that’s okay… because it also involves the blood of Christ… I encourage one and all, seek out the stories to enrich your own lives as well as provide freedom to those with not much time left ~Peace

