Monday will be the third funeral I
have been to in nine days. I was at a funeral about a
month ago of another young woman that was in an accident who went way too young
in my estimation.
The funerals were a celebration of
each of their lives; it made me look deeply into my life. The last funeral I went to was of a woman in her
70’s that was always doing service for others and a very hard worker which she
instilled in her children.
It made me start to think of a
funeral I was at many years ago, our Mothers were very good friends and he was like a cousin to me, . He died at a young age in his late twenties
or early thirties and had a wife and young children. M Russel Ballard spoke at his funeral and
told a story that I think of each time I hear of someone who has died. The story was of a ship that was leaving the
shore and all the people on the shore were cheering them on as they went on their
voyage. At the same time all the
commotion was going on, out in the distance you could see a ship sailing in
quietly. It had finished its journey and
was now coming home. He likened this
unto our lives, when we leave the spirit world everyone, including ourselves were
happy we were going on this new journey to receive a body. When our time is over if we have lived a good
life we can quietly go home and what joy there will be when we are reunited with
our loved ones and our heavenly father and mother. It gives me comfort to know that these people I have known are now home.
Return with Honor.
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