“Memorial For Another Young Life Lost”
Fredericksburg, Pennsylvania
Saturday, July 2, 2011

iPhone 4 Camera

I attended a memorial service today for Erica Shilling, a seventeen-year-old teenage girl and daughter of two missionary friends of mine, who was fatally killed last Saturday after pulling out onto a highway and being hit by a tractor trailer.  Her car exploded into flames.  She didn’t have a chance, but through a miracle, to survive.

Having recently graduated from High School, it appeared that Erika’s future was bright.  With a winning smile that made everyone around her feel all the better for being in her presence, she was talented in athletics, art, photography, and writing.  And she loved working with children.

Who can understand why evil people persist, while innocent and good people perish?  I’m reminded to mourn with those who mourn.

In looking through Erica’s photographs and reading her journal displayed during the memorial, I shot a photo of the memorial table and will include some of the writings she either wrote or copied into her journal.

“God writes with a pen that never blots, speaks with a tongue that never slips, and acts with a hand that never fails.”

“To me every hour of the day is an unspeakable perfect miracle.”

“It’s never too late to be what you might have been.”

“No matter what our past may have held, and no matter how many future days we have, [God] stands beside us and loves us.”

“Never fear shadows.  They simply mean there is a light shinning somewhere nearby.”