Today I served at my first funeral.
I have attended a nice handful of funerals, but today I was a church woman in the kitchen preparing food and serving those in morning.
It felt like a new phase of my life.
A phase I have long watched others in, but have never been in myself.
Besides the layout of food and tables and what not, I focused on keeping the water picture full on the tables while the friends, relatives, wife, children and grandchildren all talked about their dearly departed.
I focused on the water, because I know how it is to wish there was more water to drink and how thirsty people get at life stage events.
But it also reminded me of Christ saying he is the living water and those that drink shall thirst no more. And that is why there were relatively few tears. For we know that in Christ the sting of death is swallowed up and the grave has no victory.
