Sunday, September 25, 2016

Generational Blessings!

I looked in the mirror this morning and suddenly I saw my Daddy's eyes smiling back at me. "Interesting," I thought, "I didn't know I had his very same eyes until I got older." It felt like a blessing, a little visit from my father, now two-years gone from me.  His eyes were green, but what made them special was the little flecks of gold that always danced around like sparks in a fire.  "Yes, there they are!" I exclaimed to myself. The fiery flecks, dancing in my own eyes.

In our recent congregational visit from Prophetess Phyllis Ford I got really touched by her admonition to us that we spend time and effort breaking generational curses, but neglect to celebrate generational blessings. This whole past week was a most profound illustration of generational blessings in my own life, and I moved through the week experiencing and celebrating these blessings as never before. My daughter is the high school choir teacher in our town, and she spends her week days at the big grand piano in the music room, teaching the kids their parts, accompanying their songs, and taking them from simply singing the songs to performing them with power and passion.  On the weekends she is the worship leader at her church, using her great gifts of music and faith to lead a gathered people to the Throne Room of God.

She was out all last week to recover from a surgery so I substituted for all her high school classes, and had the unspeakable joy of singing and playing piano all week long, often surrounded on all sides by the voices of these young, enthusiastic music students. It was while I was enveloped in the music this past week that I began to realize what Phyllis was trying to show us. There really are blessings running down through our DNA that we need to be thankful for, and celebrate! My mother was a piano major in college and a school teacher. For most of my growing-up years there was classical piano music filling our home, Her mother was a music teacher, who spent many hours in her living room singing and rehearsing songs to teach her students. My mother-in-law was an organist and worship leader at her church all of her life, and so both she and my mom accompanied my singing engagements and church solos throughout my young years. So, BOTH of my daughter's grandmothers were talented musicians, and my daughter also majored in piano and music education,

Last week as I sat at the piano and worked with the high school kids, two of my daughter's children - my 17-year-old granddaughter and my 15-year-old grandson - were in the show choir, their voices rising powerfully in soprano and tenor parts.  My heart felt like it was going to burst with a joy I had not felt for a very long time.  The blessings continue on - from great-great grandmother to great-grandmother to grandmother to mother, the DNA sings and the music flows.  The blood carries blessings that still bless and creative gifts that still create.

Thank You, Father, that I am not cutting generational curses, but basking in the gifts of generational blessings.

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