Many of you know that my precious Dad (Elmer B. Shellenberger) passed away a month ago. He was almost 93.
He was my hero.
When I was a little girl, I asked him to build me something:
“Daddy, will you make me one of those things that people stand behind when they speak?”
“You mean . . . a podium?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Honey, why do you want a podium?”
“So I can speak, Daddy.”
I watched as he gathered some old wood and during the next week carefully constructed a little three-foot-podium that I could stand behind in our garage
I gathered all the kids in the neighborhood and they piled themselves between bicycles, basketballs, hula-hoops and skateboards in our garage while I stood behind my little pint-sized podium teaching them the stories of the Bible. Ha!
I have a lot of great memories of my dad (and also my mom who passed away in 2003), and I’m grateful for those.
But in the midst of wonderful stories, the path of grief remains.
Even though both parents are in heaven, I miss them on earth.
Many of you have lost someone through death, and you know first-hand how difficult the path of grief is.
I rejoice that we serve a God of extreme comfort.
He often comforts me through His Word.
He reaches right through the pages and holds me tightly in His arms.
That’s why I’ve attached this illustration today.
I want you to visually SEE what we can FEEL when we literally saturate ourselves in His Word.
I’m speaking in Fortville, IN this weekend.
I’d sure appreciate your prayers.