Thank you for your Prayers
This week I traveled to my hometown, Stockton, California, to preach the funeral of an older sister, Nancy Stricklin. Two weeks ago she had a massive heart attack and never fully regained consciousness before she died last Saturday. Nancy was the mother of 6 children with 14 grandchildren. It was a privilege to greet many of this family (some for the first time). Nancy’s husband and youngest daughter had arranged a small family ceremony at a nearby funeral home and I was able to be a part of ministering God’s grace and tender mercy to them as well as experience it for myself.
Among the people I got to know on this trip was my nephew Sheldon Martin (Nancy’s son from an earlier marriage). Sheldon had been adopted by another family in Stockton and had been searching to reconnect with his birth-mother roots.
My trip back to High Point was nothing less then a miracle. I was scheduled to leave on Saturday night and be enroute all night long. Instead I went to the airport early Saturday morning, got on a plane at 6:00 AM and was home by 6:00 PM. I found out later my original flight was cancelled due to a big snow storm. God is good all the time!