"Some went down to the sea in ships, doing business on the great waters; they saw the deeds of the Lord, His wondrous works in the deep. For he commanded and raised the stormy wind, which lifted up the waves of the sea. They mounted up to heaven; they went down to the depths; their courage melted away in their evil plight;
they reeled and staggered like drunken men and were at their wits' end. Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and He delivered them from their distress. He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad that the waters were quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven." Psalm 107:23-30

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

I promise I don't normally let my kids play in cemeteries or touch/lean on people's head stones. This happened while I turned my back to take a picture of something else. I guess it just kind of made me smile how comfortable kids are all the time in places/situations that adults would act squeamish or funny. The few opportunities we've had to visit a cemetery, my kids always play like they know the resurrection is a breath away, loving on stones like they're people.
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  1. JaneFebruary 21, 2013 at 7:30 PM

    Since I am a genealogist my kids have spent an unusually large amount of time in cemeteries. After the initial warnings about not messing with old and fragile tombstones, I would turn them loose to explore. We had lots of good conversations that started because of a visit to the graveyard.

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  2. MelroseFebruary 22, 2013 at 11:16 AM

    We too had lots of good conversations that day in the cemetery. With my oldest we were able to discuss why one stone from over 100 years ago might have had the four children's names all a couple years apart all dying by the age of two. We discussed why there were so many babies buried back then and why there might be so many people that died all at the same time. We've also visited the cemetery where my Dad is buried several times and that brings even better conversations since it's someone they're related to. I'm thankful for experiences like this.

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  3. KatyFebruary 24, 2013 at 2:24 PM

    Same here as Jane (I'm a genealogist) and I grew up across the street from a cemetery. And my sister-in-law died young, and we visit the grave a few times a year. My kids often talk about the resurrection of the dead whenever we pass a cemetery in the car. I think they are a great comfort and reminder that so many baptized bodies are sleeping in Christ.

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