This past Labor Day my cousins made a trip out to the Tahoma National Cemetery to place their home grown beautiful dahlias on the graves of our loved ones. Little did they know that some quiet culprits would follow behind the flower placers and help themselves to some tasty bouquets. Fortunately they were on the other side of the road and it looked like they prefered roses. We do hope the dahlias will stay in place.
Labor Day often gets framed around cookouts, parades, and the “end of summer,” but for those left behind—we become the living witnesses to love and memory. We carry stories forward, keeping alive the presence of those who are gone.
We give thanks to God for those who worked and served others.
Colossians 3:23 Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, 24 knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.
