Gleanings of Wheat

I was in Memphis this weekend - very briefly - and had the opportunity to do some touristy things. Not a lot, b/c I'm cheap and didn't have a ton of time, but some. I saw some of the most beautiful skies during the trip - God truly is an artist. The band geek in me wanted to go see the Peabody ducks marched into the hotel while King Cotton March by John Phillip Sousa played but it would have thrown off my schedule too much. I plan on trying to see it the next time I'm in. I did take the kids to see a US Army Reserve center that was by our hotel, we also played in an AWESOME Southern Magnolia tree. After that I drove by Graceland (I'm too cheap to pay to go in, and frankly I don't think Elvis is interesting enough to warrant the lines that were involved) went to the botanical garden (well worth the $5) and then to the Elmwood cemetery. I'd heard there were a bunch of Civil war soldiers buried there - thus the visit. At some point, though...

My kids' great grandfather passed away late Sunday night; despite his many health problems he was actually quite young. I'm about to try and explain this to my son, but I feel completely inadequate for the job. I can offer him no assurance that his Grandpa Don in heaven as I honestly do not know that is where he is. He may have repented before his death and been embraced by the Savior, but I have no way of knowing. It makes me sad, and at the same time I feel honored that Christ chose to save me. I suppose the only thing I can do is to turn my son's eyes toward the Savior, to encourage him to seek after the only One that can save, and to praise God that no matter where Grandpa Don ended up the Lord is glorified.