If you have connections to Santa, please pass this along to the Big Guy. I have no answers. I do not know what protocol are in place at the North Pole, or if magic is an effective treatment against the coronavirus.
We’re concerned. Help us out. Get this in front of Santa. My kid probably isn’t the only one wondering about these things.
Children when you come to my silent grave to see where your lifeless mother was laid, remember how I loved you and how I worked and labored and patiently waited on you. But remember this grave can’t always hold this lifeless body of your mother, but when Christ, who is my life shall appear, that this lifeless mother, the body of mine, shall appear with Him in glory.
Children, my labor of works and patience of love, I leave with you. Be at peace among yourselves. Behold the love of Jesus.
This is the grave marker of Dora L. Keith, born October 5, 1871, and died February 16, 1917. She is buried in the Round Grove Cemetery, Dublin, Texas.
Dora Keith was my great-great-grandmother. She died when my great-grandmother, Nellie Hazzard, the youngest of her eight children, was six years old.
Dora Keith knew she was dying. She wrote this letter while living, addressing her children. Her convictions fortified her in the face of death. Her hope was in Christ. Her final exhortation, “Behold the love of Jesus,” are words of deep wisdom. To know of and about Jesus is one thing, and a good thing, at that, but to behold him and his love has the power to transform us.
This memorial now stands as a testimony to me, her great-great-grandson over a century later. It also stands as a testimony to you. Above, we read an allusion to Colossians 3:4, which in the King James Version says, “When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with him in glory.” She clung to hope in the resurrection. I do, too.
These are from Valentine’s Day 2019, the gifts our kids made for Molly and I, which was way better than anything they could’ve purchased at a store. Molly was given the heart, and I was given the three-headed dragon.
I took pictures to preserve the memory, to document the ways my children use their imagination and make stuff.
Simple stuff. But cool stuff. You might notice the LEGO spacemen. My parents hung on to my LEGOs from when I was a kid. Now, my kids make stuff with those same LEGOs.