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heal. But in order to pass these bounties on, I must first inherit them for myself.
What’s on your list? What do you want to inherit? You may come from a family with lots of spiritual blessings or maybe just a few. That will work fine—Jesus loves to multiply! You may be the first in your family to know the Lord. Perfect—God wants to make you the first of a mighty line! And if it helps, look around for a godly family you admire and ask the Lord to deposit some of their strengths in you. Ultimately, these blessings don’t spring from a parent or from any man but come “from above, coming down from the Father of lights” (James 1:17). And I believe God is on pins and needles, waiting to hear what His kids are going to ask Him for next.
Notes
1. Pope John Paul II, “Familiaris Consortio: The Role of the Christian Family in the Modern World,” Domestic-Church.com , 2010, Cooperators in the Love of God the Creator, http://www.domestic-church.com/CONTENT.DCC/BASEDOCS/JPII_FC_3.HTM .
2. James W. Goll and Michal Ann Goll,
Angelic Encounters
(Lake Mary, FL: Charisma House, 2007), 25–35.
CHAPTER 4
GREEN GRASS
Yana Banova Brink
From the time I was a small girl, I have been asked the same question over and over again. If I had a nickel for every time I smiled and gave my answer to that very question, I would be rich. It was a question that I did not know how to properly answer. “What is it like to have Georgian and Winnie Banov as your
parents?
”
My honest answer was always the same. I would smile and say, “Normal.” Sometimes I could sense that my response was not the answer the person asking the question was looking for, so I would add something extra, “I mean, they are totally amazing, but they are still normal to me.” I knew my parents were wonderful, influential, and inspiring people. I knew they did amazing things, and I knew that I was a part of it, but it didn’t seem like a big deal. It was simply what we did. It was our life.
I have to assume, however, that “normal” is subjective to each person. Most American babies don’t get their passport at two months old and celebrate turning six months old in South Africa, like I did. It never seemed weird that we traveled the globe, preaching the gospel, loving on the poor. Living out of a suitcase, eating in restaurants morning, noon, and night, and homeschooling was our normal. That was my normal, and I loved it.
I should back up and start from the beginning. I was born in Dallas, Texas by emergency caesarean. My mother began to hemorrhage at 7½ months pregnant while my parents were attending a conference. Doctors thought my mother had placenta previa, which meant that her placenta was blocking the birth canal and she would need to have a C-section. When they performed the procedure and I came out colorless, they realized it was actually placenta accreta, which meant my umbilical cord had not been properly attached to the placenta; instead it had attached itself along the wall of the uterus. I was getting my nutrition intravenously through micro-fine connections all the way around the uterus. So when they cut her open, they severed my blood supply and did not know it. I was rushed to the NICU and my mother nearly hemorrhaged to death.
Once we were both stabilized, the doctors told my father that they had only read of this complication in medical journals but never seen it in person. From a medical standpoint, they said I was a miracle baby and I should have been lost shortly after conception. It seemed that God had great plans for me and I was not going to miss out on them. After a miraculously short visit in the NICU, we returned home to Tacoma, Washington where I was raised until the age of 12.
Prior to my birth, my parents met during the height of the Jesus Movement at a Bible college in Texas. They fell in love, were married, and committed themselves to serve the Lord together in a radical way. They traveled the United States preaching the
What’s on your list? What do you want to inherit? You may come from a family with lots of spiritual blessings or maybe just a few. That will work fine—Jesus loves to multiply! You may be the first in your family to know the Lord. Perfect—God wants to make you the first of a mighty line! And if it helps, look around for a godly family you admire and ask the Lord to deposit some of their strengths in you. Ultimately, these blessings don’t spring from a parent or from any man but come “from above, coming down from the Father of lights” (James 1:17). And I believe God is on pins and needles, waiting to hear what His kids are going to ask Him for next.
Notes
1. Pope John Paul II, “Familiaris Consortio: The Role of the Christian Family in the Modern World,” Domestic-Church.com , 2010, Cooperators in the Love of God the Creator, http://www.domestic-church.com/CONTENT.DCC/BASEDOCS/JPII_FC_3.HTM .
2. James W. Goll and Michal Ann Goll,
Angelic Encounters
(Lake Mary, FL: Charisma House, 2007), 25–35.
CHAPTER 4
GREEN GRASS
Yana Banova Brink
From the time I was a small girl, I have been asked the same question over and over again. If I had a nickel for every time I smiled and gave my answer to that very question, I would be rich. It was a question that I did not know how to properly answer. “What is it like to have Georgian and Winnie Banov as your
parents?
”
My honest answer was always the same. I would smile and say, “Normal.” Sometimes I could sense that my response was not the answer the person asking the question was looking for, so I would add something extra, “I mean, they are totally amazing, but they are still normal to me.” I knew my parents were wonderful, influential, and inspiring people. I knew they did amazing things, and I knew that I was a part of it, but it didn’t seem like a big deal. It was simply what we did. It was our life.
I have to assume, however, that “normal” is subjective to each person. Most American babies don’t get their passport at two months old and celebrate turning six months old in South Africa, like I did. It never seemed weird that we traveled the globe, preaching the gospel, loving on the poor. Living out of a suitcase, eating in restaurants morning, noon, and night, and homeschooling was our normal. That was my normal, and I loved it.
I should back up and start from the beginning. I was born in Dallas, Texas by emergency caesarean. My mother began to hemorrhage at 7½ months pregnant while my parents were attending a conference. Doctors thought my mother had placenta previa, which meant that her placenta was blocking the birth canal and she would need to have a C-section. When they performed the procedure and I came out colorless, they realized it was actually placenta accreta, which meant my umbilical cord had not been properly attached to the placenta; instead it had attached itself along the wall of the uterus. I was getting my nutrition intravenously through micro-fine connections all the way around the uterus. So when they cut her open, they severed my blood supply and did not know it. I was rushed to the NICU and my mother nearly hemorrhaged to death.
Once we were both stabilized, the doctors told my father that they had only read of this complication in medical journals but never seen it in person. From a medical standpoint, they said I was a miracle baby and I should have been lost shortly after conception. It seemed that God had great plans for me and I was not going to miss out on them. After a miraculously short visit in the NICU, we returned home to Tacoma, Washington where I was raised until the age of 12.
Prior to my birth, my parents met during the height of the Jesus Movement at a Bible college in Texas. They fell in love, were married, and committed themselves to serve the Lord together in a radical way. They traveled the United States preaching the
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