Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Before Leaving Them to Sleep

I laid down on my nephew's sleeping bag with him last night to visit before leaving them to sleep.  He was trying to tell me about an event, and referenced the timing of it by mentioning an event in the life of a woman we both know.
"What is the thing when we worship when someone dies?" he asked with his five-year-old pronunciation.
"Um... a funeral?" I said.
"Yes. A funeral."
I like that.
Yes, a funeral.
Where we worship the One who is Resurrection and Life
even in the face of death.


Mrs. M. said...

I've just discovered your blog. And I want to say that I really enjoy reading your posts. Your words are beautiful in their simplicity, depth and real-ness. Much like poetry. Thank you.

Steadfasthope said...

Thank you.