Recently, I made a startling discovery. While exploring an ancestry site, my son discovered our family has royal lines. Granted, the royal lineage dates back to the 12th century at the earliest, but the revelation spurred me to investigate my history further.
Navigating through through the family tree, I encountered the names of people I have never heard and hidden stories I know nothing about. And I craved to know more about them. They laid before me as a mosaic of names and titles. Husbands, wives, pastors, queens, kings, and children.
As I scanned their movements and milestones, questions surfaced. What led them to pursue life in a different country? How did spouses meet? Why did nobility come into play and then go away for a few generations?
With curiosity coursing through my veins, I googled some of the more public figures. I wondered. Did they use their power for good or for evil? Fortunately, I found them to be characterized positively. Despite their distance from my life now, it mattered. Because we are connected. Their decisions shaped my life.
Those who became before me encountered the same intersections I do. Where do I go? Who should I marry? How many children should I have? Whats my purpose? How do I respond to tragedy? How do I parent?
I am a kindred spirit to those before me and those after me. I wonder how I am shaping others’ lives as I go my way. In the brilliant movie “About Time”, the narrator says “We’re all traveling through time together, everyday of our lives. All we can do is do our best to relish this remarkable ride.” And I’m thankful to God whose hand is weaving through it all.
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