Changing Generations

If you’ve read my last blog, Testimony Time, then you’ll understand why I’ve been in a reflective mood recently. The events of the past couple of days have encouraged me to look at God’s faithfulness in my life, both before and after I accepted salvation.

One day, I hope to share my entire testimony with y’all in a series of posts, but I want to do it justice. I want to share in such a way that everyone sees how faithful God has been to me and how faithful He will be to you if you trust Him as your Savior. But that takes time, and it is definitely in the making.

Until then, I want to share about one of the many influential people in my life. A person who impacted my testimony and many others’ lives and testimonies. A person whose namesake I carry… my maternal grandmother, Carolyn.

Just a little background on my grandmother… she was my whole heart. She was a principal, and she loved her students immensely. She would do anything for them… and really… she would do anything for anybody.

At her funeral in 2014, there were countless stories told of how she helped others, how she welcomed families to our neighborhood with a welcome basket… how she loved people.

And oh did she love people.

She would read the newspaper every week, and if she saw where someone had passed away, she made sure to send flowers and a card to their family, make a phone call to speak words of encouragement, etc.

It is difficult to put into words how special of a woman she was. It is difficult to adequately express the life of someone who lived it to the fullest extent possible, who loved like no other I have ever known.

When I think back on the legacy that she left behind, it is immense. I can only speak to one part of it. The legacy she left with me.

The first that comes to mind is my love for people, especially youth. I became a school counselor because of my grandmother… because she instilled in me a passion for loving others with my words and with my actions… and her life closely matched the work of a school counselor.

But the most important legacy that comes to mind is how she showed me Jesus.

How she showed me what unwavering faith in Jesus looked like.

How she showed me what conquering fear with Jesus looked like.

How she endured hardships and pain with a smile and a positive attitude because of the joy she found in Jesus.

How she loved those that were hard to love because Jesus said love anyway.

“I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.”

2 Timothy 1:5

I can identify with this verse because both of my grandmothers and my parents were/are Godly influences in my life. They shared the faith that they had, and then, I responded in faith as well. I believed Jesus was real because I saw Jesus in them. Their faith was/is sincere.

This post is different from previous ones, but it is a necessary post all the same. I hope it encourages you to think of the people who influenced your life.

Go to those people. Thank them. Tell them the impact they made. Not at their funeral someday but in person.

And lastly, let us be those kinds of people. My grandmother changed my life, but as a principal, she changed the lives of so many others.

She changed generations for Christ with her influence.

We can change generations as well. Either positively or negatively.

So I’m speaking to myself and to y’all, let’s change generations positively… for God’s glory… for His kingdom.

Much love,


If you have a story you would like to share about my grandmother, feel free to share in the comments.

If you would like to share who has influenced your life positively, please comment as well! I would love to hear!

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Karen Bryan says:

    Wow, Macey. This brought me to tears as it brought back so many memories of times spent at Aunt Carolyn’s and Uncle Troy’s house. While I have the same memories of those of my brother and daughter, my favorite times at their house was those mornings when we would gather around their kitchen table for breakfast and Uncle Troy’s two-for-one cup of coffee. It was that strong! LOL!!! I guess the thing that’s most special to me is that after dad was gone, and then when mom was gone, and George and I were left without parents, they ( as well as Dad’s other two brothers and their wives) became our parent figures, and they loved our daughter as if she was their own granddaughter. She was so young when dad died that she barely remembers him, but she knows her papa through your papa, because he loved her just that way. Aunt Carolyn was the same way. I will be forever grateful to your Mom and Uncle Steve and to you, Justin, Rusty, Derek and Dylan for sharing them with us. We loved them….still do. And we love y’all too.

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    1. Thank you so much Aunt Karen for sharing!! I miss them so much, and hearing everyone share about their impact has put such a smile on my face. The pain of losing them never gets easier, but the promise of seeing them in heaven gets sweeter with each passing day!! I find myself still making my coffee just the way he would with twice as many scoops as there was water! Haha I love y’all so much!! Their legacy lives on in many people, and I’m so glad we got to share them with so many!


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