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In a Box

It’s now official that i’ll be leaving Grace Hendersonville to head back to Fort Wayne, IN. Since this news has become public knowledge, I’ve had several people come up to me and share meaningful conversations about our time together over the past few years together. I joked with one friend that it’s a nice experience because it’s probably the closest most of us will ever get to being at our own funeral. People saying kind words from their heart can really move me.

It got me to thinking how sad that is though that in our culture, most of us don’t experience this nearly enough, kind words I mean. What are the statistics? Most people hear 14 negative comments for every 1 positive one? If only we could hear the kinds of words that are spoke about people when they leave or when they pass more often, who knows how it might effect us. It’s my hope to take more occasions to really tell people how much I appreciate them and why more often. Birthday’s are the perfect time in my opinion. Take a moment to truly celebrate the fact that the person is in your life for another year.

I came across this song by city and colour the other day that just really topped off the thoughts and feelings that I’d been having on this topic. The lyrics are below the youtube video.

Body in a Box

There’s a funeral procession on the highway
Traffic screeches to a halt
There’s people searching for a better way
To live their lives, oh
Johnny lived a good life, you’ll hear them say
As tears of sadness soak the ground
The reaper crept in, took his breath away
In the middle of the night

We celebrate the lives of the dead
It’s like a man’s best party, only happens when he dies
We gather ’round to pay our respects
While their souls are still searching for the light
Searching for the light

So please don’t come to me on my dying day
Just let me go in peace
With all the things that I forgot to say
Racing through my mind
And don’t you bury me six feet under ground
Just burn my body in a box
And let my ashes blow with the wind
Out into the night sky

We celebrate the lives of the dead
It’s like a man’s best party, only happens when he dies
We gather ’round to pay our respects
While their souls are still searching for the light
Searching for the light

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