Go Rest High on that Mountain.

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I love old cemeteries. I find them peaceful. Death does not scare me.

Near our home in North Carolina there is a small, private cemetery. It holds the remains of soldiers killed during the Civil War.

These three crosses mark the site of soldiers unknown to locals. Their final resting place is marked with a simple cross. Someone took the time to honor them thus and still tend to this small patch of earth.

But it doesn’t matter.

God knows them by heart. He knows their names.

We put great effort into marking our territories which includes our homes, our cars, and our grave plots. But mark your heart. 

Mark it for God.

I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who summons you by name. Isaiah 45:3

Coming For to Carry Me Home

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Today I walked with a childhood friend as we buried her Momma. No matter our age, for many of us, our Mothers are a constant reminder of the purest form of love that we will know. Mothers bind us with their hearts as they bear us in their wombs. They are wonderfully made and graced by God.

I talked so much with my parents who told me that the best way I could honor their memory was to live out a happy life after they were gone. Amazingly, the first thing I found in my father’s wallet after he passed away was a picture of his own Dad who had gone to glory over 70 years ago. For 70 years my Dad had looked at that picture daily. He never forgot.

I know that my friend today will honor her Mother and remember her with love all the rest of her earthly days. I feel the same for my parents. I think we can honor and remember equally and know they wait for us in heaven.

Until that wonderful reunion, I’ll laugh, love, enjoy this life and thank God for every day. That’s the least I can do.

May angels lead you into paradise Gloria Meyerdierks and may God bless Barbara as she grieves her great loss.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan, and I what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I coming too
Coming for to carry me home

I’m sometimes up, I’m sometimes down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home