The Grandpa Series: Part 4: The Legacy

There is a lot that I should say in this post. A lot that I planned to say. However, I'm not going to say any of it.

In this post, I want to talk about what who my grandpa left behind.

He left behind a wife named Vivian (58 years into their marriage), a son named Stevie, two daughters, Sherry (my mama) and Lisa. He also left behind 5 grandkids: me + my sister, Calley and cousins Joseph, Christen, and Taylor. And at the time of his death, there were only two, but now, three great-grandsons: Mason, John & Hudson.

All of the people mentioned above drive me nuts.

Let me explain. John and I just got home to MI from a two-week trip to Georgia (to welcome my new, sweet nephew). It is always tough a tiring to be in GA - away from my routine and my house and my husband - but this trip was especially tough. And, you guessed it, many of the aforementioned people drove me nuts during my time there. I say this not to slander my family. (Who's family doesn't drive them batty some of the time?) I say this to share just what I believe my Pa's legacy is and to share some of what God has been teaching me lately.

You see, during my trip God used these people (my family) to bring up some very real issues in my life. Areas of my life that I have not submitted to the Lordship of Jesus and allowed His grace to be sufficient in. Areas of my life that I have been trying to control and manage myself.

Understand this, there is no one better on planet Earth to reveal my heart issues than my family. I mean seriously, who do we lose our patience with sooner than anyone else in the world? Who do we allow to see us at our worst? Who do we take advantage of and vice versa more than our families?

This post is simply to say, "Thank you," to the people who drive me nuts. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for always supporting me. Thank you for loving me despite all my flaws.

I promise to do the same for you.

So, there you have it. My Pa's legacy. He left behind a bunch of crazy, sinful, loud Cannadys. He left behind a ragtag bunch who will bring each other's crap to the surface. (Thank you, God.) But more than that, he left behind people who love each other and will stick together NO. MATTER. WHAT.

Thank you, Pa. We love you, and we miss you.

(We missed you an extra lot on September 5.)