My Final Resting Place

A few weeks ago, my husband took me to the cemetery in a nearby town where he has purchased two burial plots. He purchased these plots years ago, and since we have only been married for two years, I was not part of this original purchase. But in a way, I am glad to know I do have a final resting place...although my actual final resting place is not here on Earth at all. I am a born-again Christian, and as such, I have committed my life to Christ, and as He is no longer on this earth after He died, I believe I will not be either when I die. I believe my soul will be in Heaven with Him, so where the remains of my earthly shell of a body are buried is not of much consequence to me.

When we first went to the cemetery, I was curious. It is in a picturesque little town that neither my husband or I am from, or have ever lived in. But it's well known in my state, and not too far from where we live. We both love visiting this town, and it is beautiful. Driving down the pathway leading to our burial plots, I noticed how old the trees were that lined the road. It was shady and would be a nice place for relatives to visit if they choose to do so. My husband mentioned that down near the water had been available but was a lot more expensive, and did I mind that we weren't there? I thought for a few seconds and discovered that where I am buried really doesn't matter at all to me. If people do come to visit our remains, hopefully, they will bring a folding chair if they decide to stay a bit and be shaded by the old trees with full green branches. And on a hot day, they can be cooled by the breezes coming off the river not too far away. Or maybe they will take a walk down by the river and feel the peace of being near the water and how water can soothe the soul.

I am grateful to him for having the forethought to have chosen a spot for us so that our relatives will not have to deal with choosing and purchasing not one but two burial plots so we can be together. And I am happy to know that although this is not the first marriage for either of us, it is the final marriage for both of us, and I have never been happier so of course would want my earthly remains to be next to his.

But I am more grateful to know that although my bones will be there, both my husband and I will be in Heaven, with our Savior, and that's the final resting place that really matters.