No Sting

December 16, 2015

Dear Fellow Travelers,

My travels over the past few weeks have taken me to cemeteries. I have, by choice, spent time walking around in 4 different cemeteries. I don’t go there at night, that would be too creepy. But during the day, I find the atmosphere to be very peaceful and comforting.

I love the solitude. It helps lift my brain fog. Being around my parents’ and grandparents’ and great-grandparents’ ( and other relatives’) graves, I can reflect and recall my upbringing and that helps me right my life-compass. I can’t get where I am going, if I don’t know where I came from, right?  It centers me and my walk. Perhaps that sounds crazy, but it works for me. I enjoy pausing to remember. I am among family and can say whatever comes to my mind. It is a safe place, no judgment. Yes, there are tears but I firmly believe that I will see my saved family members again so that gives me joy too!

I think it helps with my perspective on this earthly life.  Spending time in a cemetery, reminds me to hold loosely to this life and embrace eternity tightly. I know a box in a rectangular plot of dirt is not my final resting place. I know this life is just a blink in comparison to eternity. I have nothing to fear, including death.

O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? Thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ. I Corinthians 15: 55 & 57

Spending time in cemeteries during this time of the year reminds me that “you can’t take it with you”. All the silly things I am running around impulsively buying for myself and others is just that…… “silly”. As my father always said, “You don’t see a hearse pulling a U-Haul.”

Sometimes I come across gravesites of infants and I wonder how the family made it through such a terrible time. What happened to take this tiny loved one too soon? IMG_5475

Several weeks ago, I drove past a little country church and its small cemetery. I found a tombstone for Mr. and Mrs. Sermons. Located in the church’s lot, I love the irony.

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So I will keep visiting cemeteries from time-to-time, remembering and reflecting and thanking God that I have nothing to fear. “He whose head is in Heaven need not fear to put his feet into the grave. ” Matthew Henry

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room, I shall be able to see. Helen Keller

 

 

1 Comment

  1. Thanks for sharing your journey. I also feel such peace and gain perspective strolling through cemeteries. So many reassurances and truths in God’s word to give answers and peace to that question that we all face…. Where am I going after this world???
    Thanks for sharing your thoughts and your journey!

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