This Is My Son...
I'm going to preface by letting you all know this will not be as lighthearted as some of my previous posts. There are no broken beds, legitimatelies, or pictures...just me on this one.
Last night I delivered a sermon to the Youth Group here at Grace Church of Granger. Working with them everyday, sometimes it gets hard to go beyond being funloving and stupid and really drive home a point. Lets just say last night, that wasn't the case.
I spoke about Peacemaking, and spoke of the rewards. Matthew 5:9 says, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God." I broke down as I read this. You see, my dad isn't around anymore. I keep my head up and my tears in my eyes, but I feel it daily that I can't call him and complain about who we're playing in football, or talk about some person that I've met. I miss him every time I leave Notre Dame's campus for a 7 minute drive to my apartment that EVERYDAY included a phone conversation with him.
That being said, I know who my Daddy is. Haha, I said this wasn't going to be funny. My dad, Bob Morton, is gazing upon His face as I write this. It comforts my heart to know that in only a breath of time, I will see them both face to face. But I do have some time before that happens, and knowing who my real Daddy is helps me in this time, too. You see, I live for encouragement. I love to give it, and it eases my heart to receive it. I'm not going to make this long and drawn out...because I have to go...but what I'm trying to say is this:
When Christ was baptized, the heavens opened and God told the world that Christ was His son, and He was well pleased. I live my life everyday for the moment I get to see both of my Fathers in heaven, and they both give me the nod of approval.
Living for the approval of one,
Bobby
Last night I delivered a sermon to the Youth Group here at Grace Church of Granger. Working with them everyday, sometimes it gets hard to go beyond being funloving and stupid and really drive home a point. Lets just say last night, that wasn't the case.
I spoke about Peacemaking, and spoke of the rewards. Matthew 5:9 says, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God." I broke down as I read this. You see, my dad isn't around anymore. I keep my head up and my tears in my eyes, but I feel it daily that I can't call him and complain about who we're playing in football, or talk about some person that I've met. I miss him every time I leave Notre Dame's campus for a 7 minute drive to my apartment that EVERYDAY included a phone conversation with him.
That being said, I know who my Daddy is. Haha, I said this wasn't going to be funny. My dad, Bob Morton, is gazing upon His face as I write this. It comforts my heart to know that in only a breath of time, I will see them both face to face. But I do have some time before that happens, and knowing who my real Daddy is helps me in this time, too. You see, I live for encouragement. I love to give it, and it eases my heart to receive it. I'm not going to make this long and drawn out...because I have to go...but what I'm trying to say is this:
When Christ was baptized, the heavens opened and God told the world that Christ was His son, and He was well pleased. I live my life everyday for the moment I get to see both of my Fathers in heaven, and they both give me the nod of approval.
Living for the approval of one,
Bobby
posted by Bobby at 6:47 AM
2 Comments:
awesome, bobby... very touching.
Thanks for being vulnerable about this, I will keep praying for you -especially when I am in TX!
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