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Showing posts with label Daughters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daughters. Show all posts
7.02.2008
Sophie's Reading Hour
Oh good! You came back. Would you like to sit down and read with me? I love to read.
6.24.2008
The Shepherd of the Morning
The Shepherd of the Morning
Poor, weak, hopeless and frail,
Little orphaned Lamb you begin the day
Alone, and on a cruel dark trail,
Blind helpless lost, you have no way.
But Lo! There is a Shepherd sure,
Who guides, protects and keeps secure.
He knows the way to sweet green hills,
A hard lonely path where lambs are killed.
A lamb without a Shepherd there
Would surely die in sin’s despair.
Justice the Wolf, he lies in wait,
From his fell teeth is no escape.
But for a lamb rescue is found
In this Shepherd safe and sound.
For Shepherd Jesus fully met
The need of Justice in His death.
He fully met and soundly beat
Death in His death, so we might see
Those sweet green hills, that morning dew,
A flock of sheep that were made new.
For that Shepherd not only died,
Beaten, whipped, and crucified.
He died and then He rose again
To meet God’s justice, pay for sins.
The sins of sheep within his flock,
The sins of those who cannot stop.
For our great Shepherd we are blessed,
Since we’re clothed in His righteousness.
And such a coat cannot be sheared,
Little lamb there is but this one light,
That in His coat you need not fear,
It is warm and safe in this Dark Night.
Poor, weak, hopeless and frail,
Little orphaned Lamb you begin the day
Alone, and on a cruel dark trail,
Blind helpless lost, you have no way.
But Lo! There is a Shepherd sure,
Who guides, protects and keeps secure.
He knows the way to sweet green hills,
A hard lonely path where lambs are killed.
A lamb without a Shepherd there
Would surely die in sin’s despair.
Justice the Wolf, he lies in wait,
From his fell teeth is no escape.
But for a lamb rescue is found
In this Shepherd safe and sound.
For Shepherd Jesus fully met
The need of Justice in His death.
He fully met and soundly beat
Death in His death, so we might see
Those sweet green hills, that morning dew,
A flock of sheep that were made new.
For that Shepherd not only died,
Beaten, whipped, and crucified.
He died and then He rose again
To meet God’s justice, pay for sins.
The sins of sheep within his flock,
The sins of those who cannot stop.
For our great Shepherd we are blessed,
Since we’re clothed in His righteousness.
And such a coat cannot be sheared,
Little lamb there is but this one light,
That in His coat you need not fear,
It is warm and safe in this Dark Night.
12.28.2007
A Second Birth
What can anyone really say about the experience of becoming a parent, for the first time or the fifth? I just went through the experience of having my second, and I have been trying to think about how I would put it down on paper. Ruth, my first, was an unreal moment in my life. Every single part of her birth was a discovering, an awakening to this whole new, and bigger, world that I had never imagined before. From walking into the hospital room up until we came down the elevator with our little, our tiny, helpless, frail, weak, beautiful baby, Sara and I were beginning to understand that our lives as we knew it were gone, and that was amazing.
We came home with Ruth, and our apartment looked different to me; it was as though a guest we had been expecting at any moment for our whole lives had finally arrived, and with her coming, the room she was in lit up. Sara was in a bad way for the first few weeks after Ruth came, and it was not easy. She was really worried when the time began to draw close for us to go into the hospital for our second time. We both were; during the days after we came home I felt alone, looking at my beautiful wife laying in bed, with all those drugs flooding her senses. I think that Sara, because of how hard the first pregnancy was, had begun to rethink having another child so soon.
The second, our other little angel, Sophie, has been a wonderful experience in a very different way. First, we knew a little more about what to expect. But more importantly, the actual labor experience was as different as night and day. Sara was up and walking around the same day that Sophie was born. With Ruth, Sara did not leave the hospital bed for a full day, if not two. So, having her alert, and active, made the experience of a new family member infinitely more enjoyable for me.
Beyond Sara’s quick return to normalcy, watching Ruth become a big sister overnight was a joy for us; Ruth almost immediately fell in love with little Sophie, and wanted to help her with everything. There were a few moments when she first walked into the hospital room that we could see uncertainty on her face. The questions were very clear. Who is mommy holding? Why can’t mommy hold me, instead of holding her? This only lasted a few minutes. Now that we are home, Ruth loves nothing more than to look into Sophie’s crib and ooh and ahh, making certain that her little sister has everything that she could possibly need. We, as parents, are now running interference between the two of them so that Ruth doesn’t “help” too much.
Ruth’s sweetness is not limited to Sophie; she also has shown a great concern for her mother. When Sara winces, or a small groan escapes as some small pain flares up, Ruth is immediately there, her head cocked slightly to the side and her eyes wide with concern. Her little lisping voice asks, “Mommy kay?” If mommy wasn’t “kay” before that, she certainly was after such a sweet salve.
I feel like I haven’t even mentioned the star of this show, Sophie herself. She sleeps, she eats, the natural processes go on and on. She rarely cries, and only when she is hungry; that cry is so sweet, a little hoarse and cracked. She looks like her big sister did, and yet she also looks so completely like herself. Sara says she looks like her daddy; I hope not. I don’t see it. This little one seems as mild mannered as we could ask, although when she’s hungry, watch out! That mouth will latch onto anything that is nearby. She eats more than her older sister, Sophie’s already grown so much. She might, possibly, be a chubby baby (I know, Sara and I shouldn’t be able to have chubby babies!).
Now that we, as a little family of four, are in our house alone and as on our own as we can be, living three hours away from family, Sara and I are slightly overwhelmed with the daunting task of trying to raise two children. It can’t be that hard, right? There have been millions, billions, or trillions of people who have gone before us and raised multiple children. But it is still frightening, standing side by side and looking in front of us, and what? What is in our future? More children? We hope so.
We thank God for this wonderful blessing. His providence has been the underlying story behind this whole story. We look down at our little girls at night and pray that we will glorify God in the way that we raise them. We search the Scriptures for our guidance, and aid. We have prayed for hours for them. God, in his greatness, stands over time and moves the wheels of history. But He also is present in the small things, the normal events of life. We can put our faith in Him for all these things.
As we are His children, first and foremost, we have willingly given our children to Him. It is a frightening thing, trusting in another Being; it is especially difficult when we consider that we are trusting our children to another Being. But to be honest, we are not able to protect our children, in the sense that there is so much outside of our ability to stop. We are not, after all, promised even another breath. If I cannot keep my own body breathing, how can I honestly protect my precious little children? God has always been our provider, and our strength. As we go on into the future, we trust in the God who has saved us from our sinful life. Thank God that we have a hope that is beyond this frail world, where any ‘control’ that we might have is imagined, a lie. He is our hope, and we pray that as Ruth and Sophie grow, we can show them that He is their only hope as well.
We came home with Ruth, and our apartment looked different to me; it was as though a guest we had been expecting at any moment for our whole lives had finally arrived, and with her coming, the room she was in lit up. Sara was in a bad way for the first few weeks after Ruth came, and it was not easy. She was really worried when the time began to draw close for us to go into the hospital for our second time. We both were; during the days after we came home I felt alone, looking at my beautiful wife laying in bed, with all those drugs flooding her senses. I think that Sara, because of how hard the first pregnancy was, had begun to rethink having another child so soon.
The second, our other little angel, Sophie, has been a wonderful experience in a very different way. First, we knew a little more about what to expect. But more importantly, the actual labor experience was as different as night and day. Sara was up and walking around the same day that Sophie was born. With Ruth, Sara did not leave the hospital bed for a full day, if not two. So, having her alert, and active, made the experience of a new family member infinitely more enjoyable for me.
Beyond Sara’s quick return to normalcy, watching Ruth become a big sister overnight was a joy for us; Ruth almost immediately fell in love with little Sophie, and wanted to help her with everything. There were a few moments when she first walked into the hospital room that we could see uncertainty on her face. The questions were very clear. Who is mommy holding? Why can’t mommy hold me, instead of holding her? This only lasted a few minutes. Now that we are home, Ruth loves nothing more than to look into Sophie’s crib and ooh and ahh, making certain that her little sister has everything that she could possibly need. We, as parents, are now running interference between the two of them so that Ruth doesn’t “help” too much.
Ruth’s sweetness is not limited to Sophie; she also has shown a great concern for her mother. When Sara winces, or a small groan escapes as some small pain flares up, Ruth is immediately there, her head cocked slightly to the side and her eyes wide with concern. Her little lisping voice asks, “Mommy kay?” If mommy wasn’t “kay” before that, she certainly was after such a sweet salve.
I feel like I haven’t even mentioned the star of this show, Sophie herself. She sleeps, she eats, the natural processes go on and on. She rarely cries, and only when she is hungry; that cry is so sweet, a little hoarse and cracked. She looks like her big sister did, and yet she also looks so completely like herself. Sara says she looks like her daddy; I hope not. I don’t see it. This little one seems as mild mannered as we could ask, although when she’s hungry, watch out! That mouth will latch onto anything that is nearby. She eats more than her older sister, Sophie’s already grown so much. She might, possibly, be a chubby baby (I know, Sara and I shouldn’t be able to have chubby babies!).
Now that we, as a little family of four, are in our house alone and as on our own as we can be, living three hours away from family, Sara and I are slightly overwhelmed with the daunting task of trying to raise two children. It can’t be that hard, right? There have been millions, billions, or trillions of people who have gone before us and raised multiple children. But it is still frightening, standing side by side and looking in front of us, and what? What is in our future? More children? We hope so.
We thank God for this wonderful blessing. His providence has been the underlying story behind this whole story. We look down at our little girls at night and pray that we will glorify God in the way that we raise them. We search the Scriptures for our guidance, and aid. We have prayed for hours for them. God, in his greatness, stands over time and moves the wheels of history. But He also is present in the small things, the normal events of life. We can put our faith in Him for all these things.
As we are His children, first and foremost, we have willingly given our children to Him. It is a frightening thing, trusting in another Being; it is especially difficult when we consider that we are trusting our children to another Being. But to be honest, we are not able to protect our children, in the sense that there is so much outside of our ability to stop. We are not, after all, promised even another breath. If I cannot keep my own body breathing, how can I honestly protect my precious little children? God has always been our provider, and our strength. As we go on into the future, we trust in the God who has saved us from our sinful life. Thank God that we have a hope that is beyond this frail world, where any ‘control’ that we might have is imagined, a lie. He is our hope, and we pray that as Ruth and Sophie grow, we can show them that He is their only hope as well.
Ruth, the "model" and other pics
I'm not sure whose child this is, but I know she is way too cool to be mine or Sara's.
Nanna can't be the only one with the baby!
Merry Christmas to us!
All daddy gets is a cat...
That's much better.
Sister
So, the big sister has been so excited about little Sophie. She has been such a great little helper, getting diapers, food, throwing away the trash. Sometimes, she might be a little too "helpful," but on the whole, she's been wonderful!
She loves to join Mommy in cooing over the baby!
Sophie, of course, takes it all in stride and keeps on with what she knows, and does, best.
Thanks to Poppa and Nanna for all their help!
Oh, and when Ruth just has to 'mother' somebody, and Sophie isn't around, she makes sure that "Kate" is well taken of- fed, cleaned, put to bed, etc.
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She loves to join Mommy in cooing over the baby!
Sophie, of course, takes it all in stride and keeps on with what she knows, and does, best.
Thanks to Poppa and Nanna for all their help!
Oh, and when Ruth just has to 'mother' somebody, and Sophie isn't around, she makes sure that "Kate" is well taken of- fed, cleaned, put to bed, etc.
12.23.2007
Back Home
We've finally come home, and we're very happy to be back in our own digs. Our pets missed us, which is nice to know. Jasper just about died of joy when I walked through the front door, although I don't know how excited she was to see Sophie!
Sophie showing off her stylish traveling ensemble.
The nurse was nice enough to take our picture in front of the maternity ward Christmas tree. Merry Christmas everybody!
Loading up the truck!
Shiloh is overjoyed to see Sara back. Also, he has had a slightly unusual obsession with both of our girls as newborns. i don't know what to think about that!
And there are my girls!!
Sophie showing off her stylish traveling ensemble.
The nurse was nice enough to take our picture in front of the maternity ward Christmas tree. Merry Christmas everybody!
Loading up the truck!
Shiloh is overjoyed to see Sara back. Also, he has had a slightly unusual obsession with both of our girls as newborns. i don't know what to think about that!
And there are my girls!!
The Hospital Experience
So what was the hospital stay like for mom and dad? It was pretty boring. I brought a book , but only read a little bit of because I just never felt like relaxing in this room. We had a TV but neither one of us felt like just sitting there watching TV. We got to see a lot of Sophie though. All she does is sleep. Ruth came by a few times and, like a tornado, tore the room up with all her own pent up energy. Mainly, I did a lot of this:
Sara was, for some reason, a little worn out herself:
Oh, and we had fun taking goofy pics of Sophie:
Sara was, for some reason, a little worn out herself:
Oh, and we had fun taking goofy pics of Sophie:
12.22.2007
And In This Corner....
Sophie Adelaide Morse!!
Weighing in at a whopping 6 lbs 11 0z!!!
She towers over her opponents at 18 inches!!
Look out world!!
Momma and Sophie right after the Big Show
Daddy and Sophie sharing a special moment:
Big Sister thinks this is pretty cool!
And I think Ruth likes her little sister too:
Weighing in at a whopping 6 lbs 11 0z!!!
She towers over her opponents at 18 inches!!
Look out world!!
Momma and Sophie right after the Big Show
Daddy and Sophie sharing a special moment:
Big Sister thinks this is pretty cool!
And I think Ruth likes her little sister too:
12.20.2007
The Big Night!!
In a strange turn of events, I am writing this post from a hospital watching Sara try to sleep. Around 7:00 tonight, Sophie decided to let us know that she was on her way; I guess she couldn't wait to be induced tomorrow. So here we are, it is almost midnight and we are waiting for Sophie to get her act together and make her big appearance. I can't really go to sleep so what am I I doing? I'm surfing the internet and blogging of course.
11.15.2007
Waiting for Baby
Well, we're just counting down the weeks until baby sister's arrival. Ruth is passing the time with lots of books, and by feeding her shoe fettish. We are basically settled into our new apartment, and just have a few things left to do before December 31.
7.16.2007
Growing up and Playing Hard
Here are a few pictures in offering of our absense. Leave us a message, we'd love to hear from you!
5.28.2007
Bingham Park!
Now that Ruth can walk (or run!) we've been taking her to the park on our street. She absolutely loves it!
The Morse Girls:
Okay, now that's all the Morse Girls (sorry Jasper!)
Woo Hoo!
Time to go home!
The Morse Girls:
Okay, now that's all the Morse Girls (sorry Jasper!)
Woo Hoo!
Time to go home!
10.16.2006
A Little Bit of News from Ruth's World
(I absolutely love this picture, because really, "Whatchyoulookin'at?")
Oh yeah... so Ruth crawled for the first time this past week. If you want to call it crawling, that is. I would call it something more like a "Gollum motion," or something along those lines. Of course, the only reason she did it was because we didn't want her playing with an electrical cord, and she just had to find out what was so special about electrical cords. sigh. So, with that said I guess you could assume that Ruth's world has just gotten a whole lot bigger, and Sara's and my world a whole lot smaller.
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