Saturday morning was a sunny morning, but very cold!
The windchill was in the teens.
We had my Dad's burial at the Pretty Prairie First Mennonite Church cemetery. This was the church he pastored for 6 years. Many of our family are buried there as this is the area both my husband's family is from and also my Dad's family. We have purchased lots there too.
We kept the outside services short.
Adam gave a few words.
Aunt Betty, in the pink, is the last sibling left. She was 10 years younger than Dad.
Claire asked "Where is Grandpa Pete?" We explained it to her and her eyes began to tear up. We encouraged her that one day we will see him again.
- ’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take Him at His Word;
Just to rest upon His promise,
And to know, “Thus saith the Lord!”
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er;
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
Oh, for grace to trust Him more!
- Oh, how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood;
And in simple faith to plunge me
’Neath the healing, cleansing flood!
- Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease;
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest, and joy and peace.
- I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,
Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.
It was so good to get back inside the warm church where the ladies had arranged a luncheon for us.
We enjoyed visiting with such dear friends of my parents! Many of their friends have passed away or are not able to travel any longer.
Eli wearing his great-grandpa Pete's hat.
After visiting with the Pretty Prairie folk, it was back to Newton, where my parents have lived since 1991, to have the funeral.