Last week when Zach and I were in Charleston we stumbled across the most lovely cemetery I've ever seen. I don't really... like cemeteries. They've always seemed creepy, but this one was different. A lush alleyway from King street lured us away from the high-end shops and galleries only to reveal this hidden garden beyond the storefronts.
The symbolism of this cemetery has been engrained on my mind ever since we walked it's narrow paths last week. Not only has it been a symbol of hope for me, but also a symbol of purpose. At the end of my life, I want the seeds I've sown in the lives of others to keep on living, keep on thriving- be overgrown even so that the love of Christ God has revealed through my life can sprawl outwards for His glory long after I'm gone.