The Chat Under The Pines

Stopped by to have a chat with my parents. Their gravestone is placed below some pines in what seems to be the kinder part of the cemetery.

The talk is short. I ask them, “Am I just like you at this stage in my life?”

The whisper comes, “Yes” and “No.”

We come from our parents but God desires that we go toward Him.

I am satisfied with that answer. We love Mom and Dad, but we are not our parents.

PORTAL TO HEAVEN: While always reflecting on and “visiting” the love of our parents, we remember that our heavenly Father is drawing us toward His Son’s empty grave. So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him. - Matthew 7:11 NLT

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