Even worse, I cannot seem to reason with the fact I no longer "have a father"... Thank God I had him long enough for him to get me where I am today. Just can't shake how sad that is though...this must be what orphans feel like.
I miss you Dad.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Missing you Dad...
Two weeks have passed since we lost Dad and I can honestly say that I'm lost. I never realized how much Dad's presence loomed large in my life, even from ten hours away - I continue to find myself thinking "what would Dad say?" or "what would Dad do about this situation?"
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Jim Morrow 1940 - 2013... Rest easy Dad
For those who didn't know, Dad fought prostate cancer for a long time. The last six months have been really hard on him and he fought valiantly until early this morning - the anniversary of his wedding day to my Mom, forty-five years ago.
We are proud of him and we will miss him terribly but we take hope in knowing that he is finally resting easy in the presence of God.
Happy Father's Day good and faithful servant...
Dad,
Thanks for being a great role model, a real friend, a faithful husband to my Mom, a wonderful father and the best Grandfather to Ethan.
Most of all Pop, thank you for pointing me to Christ; I'll never forget that day thirty four years ago when you helped me pray to ask Jesus into my heart and every day since then you have shown me what it really means to walk with God. I'm grateful and I can wait to see you again. I will miss you as long as I live.
Matthew 25:21 NKJV
I'm glad you will live forever Dad...
It is not death to die
It is not death to die
To leave this weary road
And join the saints who dwell on high
Who’ve found their home with God
It is not death to close
The eyes long dimmed by tears
And wake in joy before Your throne
Delivered from our fears
O Jesus, conquering the grave
Your precious blood has power to save
Those who trust in You
Will in Your mercy find
That it is not death to die
It is not death to fling
Aside this earthly dust
And rise with strong and noble wing
To live among the just
It is not death to hear
The key unlock the door
That sets us free from mortal years
To praise You evermore
It is not death to die
To leave this weary road
And join the saints who dwell on high
Who’ve found their home with God
It is not death to close
The eyes long dimmed by tears
And wake in joy before Your throne
Delivered from our fears
O Jesus, conquering the grave
Your precious blood has power to save
Those who trust in You
Will in Your mercy find
That it is not death to die
It is not death to fling
Aside this earthly dust
And rise with strong and noble wing
To live among the just
It is not death to hear
The key unlock the door
That sets us free from mortal years
To praise You evermore
Thursday, June 13, 2013
To the best person I know...
Ethan drew a picture of Papa going to Heaven, being greeted by Grandpa and Gran Morrow and our doggie angels Bailey and Zeke...
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I'll need you Dad...
So thankful for a Father who pointed me in the right direction!
The Lord gives and The Lord takes away... Blessed be the name of The Lord!
Thankful that God gave Jared this message for us back in March... Hopefully it helps you the way it has helped me.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
What every man wishes his father had told him...
This is a great book that I started reading last fall just as an attempt to get ahead of Ethan's maturity and in order to provide the kind of fatherly advice that every boy deserves. Chapter 4 deals with affection and the impact of hearing "I love you" from one's father. It was sad for me to read about men who never heard these words from their father...
I am so thankful for a Dad who never hesitated to tell me "I love you son" - not just during my childhood, but EVERY time we said goodbye to each other in person or on the phone during the last 20 years of my adulthood. And what's even better - he would usually tear up when he told me - so I felt the sincerity and marveled at how love could impact a man who stood 6'3" and weighed 240 lbs.
What a gift...
"What Every Man Wishes His Father Had Told Him" by Byron Yawn
Monday, June 10, 2013
Where can I flee from your presence God? This is the first scripture Dad asked me to read to him when I got to town last month... Funny thing is, before I got here, I had been wearing out the song by Gateway.
O Lord, You have searched me and known me. You know my sitting down and my rising up; You understand my thought afar off. You comprehend my path and my lying down, And are acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether. You have hedged me behind and before, And laid Your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain it. Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning, And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, Even there Your hand shall lead me, And Your right hand shall hold me. If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall on me,” Even the night shall be light about me; Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You, But the night shines as the day; The darkness and the light are both alike to You. For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You. Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God! Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men. For they speak against You wickedly; Your enemies take Your name in vain. Do I not hate them, O Lord, who hate You? And do I not loathe those who rise up against You? I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them my enemies. Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting.
Psalms 139:1-24
See below for a beautiful version written and performed by David and Alena Moore from Gateway
How I cope... Knowing that Dad will live forever, not trapped in a body that is "contrary"... (If you know him, you've heard that word a few times.) Music has been especially comforting to me during the night the last few weeks as I sit with Dad... I will post some of the songs so you can experience the same grace and peace God is giving me.
"Nothing That My Hands Can Do" by SovGrace
A tear within the sea
But You are everlasting, Lord
And You’ve predestined me
To leave this fading world behind
Not fearing death will come
For then I’ll look on Jesus Christ
And to His arms I’ll run
And when I see Him face to face
What glory that will be
To look upon my Savior’s scars
And know they were for me
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/from-age-to-age/id513317923
In honor of Papa
This will be a diary of sorts to honor Dad and to give people a chance to post pictures, funny anecdotes and stories about your friend and our father. I will post our favorite pictures and stories and updates on how he is doing.
We welcome you to post and would love to read Dad any stories or experiences you remember with him.
Pray for us...
We welcome you to post and would love to read Dad any stories or experiences you remember with him.
Pray for us...
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