Kuka Morris and Grandpa Jim
Monday morning we started our ministry by doing door to door evangelism. One of the houses we went to was the house of Kuka Morris and his wife, Frida. As a team we talked with them for over an hour about their life and faith through our translator, Benja. As we walked into their house Kuka (Grandpa in the local language) reminded me of my own Grandpa. Things like his strong but quiet faith, his enjoyment of having family (we were adopted about 5 minutes after walking in the door), even his clothes and mannerisms echoed my Grandpa Jim. As we were leaving I went to kiss Kuka on the cheek thinking of my sweet grandpa. His face lit up and I had joy!
That afternoon I went to internet and got the news that my Grandpa had fallen, broken his hip and probably wouldn’t last the week. Leaving for the race I had known that it was probably the last time I would see him on this side but hearing the news is still soo hard.
This morning my Grandpa Jim went home to be with Jesus. I am soo thankful that it didn’t take all week and that
I will get to see him again whole, healthy and with our Lord!
Grandpa Jim was a strong and gentle grandfather. I have such sweet memories that I am holding dear at this time. I remember sitting on his lap every Sunday and family get together for story time. I loved seeing his relationship with my grandma. I loved his sweaters and his smells. I loved his prayers and the practice of his faith on a daily basis! I will miss him! I wish I could be with the family now to cry and reminisce together but I am SO very thankful that God gave me my wonderful Grandpa Jim and the sweet reminder on Monday morning.
