I was raised in a home with no art appreciation, no music, no reading. My parents were TV people–soap operas, HBO, sports. I can never remember music playing in our house. I can’t remember ever having a storybook read to me. They weren’t very spiritual people either. In fact there was no spiritual heritage until my mom and grandma got saved when I was in 2nd grade.
When I was in the 6th grade, we moved about a mile from the library. I loved it! I read TONS. I drew. I dreamed. I listened to the radio. (Okay, it was ’80s music, but I listened.)
It wasn’t until I was 27 years that I met my biological dad. And guess what? His mother was an artist. His sister makes quilts. His brother and numerous cousins write. My sister sings. My other sister is very crafty. My other sister is a photographer and web designer. My grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great (you get the picture) were missionaries . . . from all the way back to Luther, or so I’m told.
It was amazing to discover a spiritual and artistic heritage I never knew. It was “there” but it wasn’t until later I discovered why. It was in my genes. Another thing: my dad is a huge history buff, and guess what I write?
Sometimes things like these are hard to understand, but very cool. What have you been surprised to learn about your heritage? How has your heritage affected who you are? Share below!
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