I came up with the idea that the children and I would visit a national cemetery and look up family names and make a quick visit to their grave with a flower or two. We didn't really know the people whose markers we visited but their last names were family history names. It worked for the gentle lesson I was trying to teach. The lesson being, that because of Jesus Christ we will all be resurrected, our bodies will be perfected and reunited with our souls. And walking among the rows and rows and miles and miles of white headstones, my heart felt such gratitude for the Savior and the priceless gift that he gave us.
Then this morning, early with Child #3, I went to the beach. She played in the sand and I walked. (I didn't stray too far!) But I found this lovely piece and immediately thought of the stone that was rolled in front of the tomb where Jesus was laid on that long ago Friday. It was a perfect way to begin the day.
He lives! This I know.