Memories and Hymns

Well these past couple of days have flown by in a blur, but much was accomplished! Not only did I get to meet up with 3 of my childhood/teenage years friends, I was also able to attend my Uncle Ron's birthday party.

I can't begin to describe what a blessing it has been to see and talk to friends that have shaped me into who I am today. Two of my best friend's are pregnant and will be giving birth in a few months. What a weird, but amazing experience it has been in seeing what 4 1/2 years does to you! 

Something that most of you may not know about me, is that I come from a LARGE extended family and every last one of us sing. I spent my whole life hearing and singing with the Morse family hymn after hymn. At my Uncle Ron's party we all pulled out our hymnals and promptly began to sing. In four part harmony we blended our voices together and memory after memory came crashing into my mind of the years gone by! The heritage set before me singing their hearts out to God. My father's generation in complete communion with the Father and each other. It was so humbling to hear and listen to them all encourage each other and speak into each others lives. (They went around the room and each of them took a turn encouraging and uplifting my Uncle Ron in his life and walk with the Lord and those around him as well). What a joy to watch! What a blessing! I am so proud to come from such a wonderful and amazing group of people! Having recently lost their father, my grandfather, they were all so much closer and spoke openly of their grief and heartache. But also of the joy and struggles from these past months of his passing. Tears stinging my eyes I listened as they all uplifted and encouraged each other to keep their faith strong! 


Believe it or not, that is a common thing when we all gather together as a mission and family. It makes my heart ache for the years that I took for granted as a child and then teenager always rolling my eyes every time the "grownups" started to sing or talk about the "old days" back in Burma when they were all children. Now I cherish each story or memory they wish to pass on to me because its not just a story.....its a legacy. Four generations of missionaries were in that room. Only three remain since my grandfather's passing, but we all carry him in our hearts and his work will never be forgotten because of his children's continuous work and memories of their own. Watching and grieving from a distance I have lost both grandparents on this side since I left. It cannot be described in words the pain I felt not being here to help my father through his grief. But I am grieving now in my own way for my family and for myself at both of them passing so close together. 

Being here has been so overwhelming, but so encouraging! So many emotions follow me as I continue to visit old haunts or past memories long forgotten and only now being remembered come to me. I have so many intense, hard ones. But also so many wonderful and happy ones as well. I look forward to each place because I know I'll gain another memory wether hurtful or helpful it is all apart of me and who I've become today. I'm growing and learning something new each time and will continue to. 





All in all......its been a good 10 days back and I have so many more to go! We shall see where the Lord takes me next. For now I am done rambling. 

Blessings to all.