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In this heartwarming story, there is a little girl who walked home from school every day. The quickest way home for her was through the town's cemetery. It was her favorite time of day. She loved to feel the breeze in her hair and to watch the birds. Sometimes she just threw herself on the soft, green grass and watched the clouds turn into castles and angels, and great white stallions. As she skipped around gravestones, she whistled her favorite tune or sang a song. Other times, she liked to kneel down and read the names and dates on gravestones, and to glide her fingers across the engraved lettering. She particularly enjoyed those walks through the graveyard.
Still, her friends asked, "Why do you walk through the cemetery after school?"
That's easy," she would always reply. "Because it's the way home."
In an ultimate sense, that is true, isn't it? The way home is always through the cemetery. And it does not have to be a fearful passage at all, this way that leads home. It is a trip we can actually look forward to with joy. Which is good to know, especially when we're holding the hand of one who is about to make the voyage. Or when we are ready to go ourselves.
~Author Unknown~
 
 A thought from me: I never really liked graveyards, in fact I am still not really fond of going there. My Mom has an attitude like the little girl above. She loves going there & sitting near the graves of our family members that have went home to be with the Lord. She says it is a comforting place & she loves sitting where she knows one day her body will lay - not her soul - it will be in heaven. She and my Dad took great care in choosing the area that they one day wanted their bodies to lay. When I asked her why, she replied "Because this is where my body will come up and meet the Lord in the air at the rapture." Her view is like this little writing - 'the graveyard is the way home'.
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