Since mid-January, the LWML Board of Directors has been praying for a little three-year-old girl named Emma. (I’ve changed her name to protect her privacy.) Emma was involved in a very serious farm accident. She was run over by a tractor, taken by ambulance to the hospital, and then airlifted to a pediatric intensive care unit. The doctors were concerned about the intracranial pressure and monitored it for days. This was a critical and tenuous time for the family, who are friends of a board member. We all prayed for healing for Emma and comfort for her family.

As we prayed, we received updates on Emma. As she began to heal, we sang His praises and celebrated each step towards recovery. On February 10, Emma was released and was able to go home to her parents and sister! A family member who journaled Emma’s progress wrote, “I truly wish each and every one of you would have been able to witness the pure joy of two little girls, sisters, who were reunited today!” The hugs, kisses, and huge smiles were accompanied by giggles and heartwarming and soul-stirring obvious love.

As we received this update from our board member, she stated, “We are so thankful that this little family is all together under one roof again, and I’m pretty sure that the saying ‘home sweet home’ has a depth of meaning that is different than it has ever been before for them. As I write this, it occurs to me that it may be similar to the way in which we, as God’s baptized children, will be welcomed to our heavenly home when our earthly life is ended.”

What a lovely picture that painted for me! I close my eyes and imagine the joy of being reunited with all those I love who have gone to heaven. And seeing Jesus face to face brings a picture of heartwarming and soul-stirring love. I can just hear Him saying, “Welcome home!”

Emma’s journey of healing is a real-life miracle, and members of the LWML Board of Directors were just a few of those privileged to pray for her. As we endure challenges and tragedies in this life, we can rest in the assurance that we will all be united in heaven one day, and we will see Jesus face to face. I hope this truth fills you with joy.

Today, and always, we are surrounded by HIS grace,
Debbie

My husband, Scott, sharpened all my kitchen knives. Of course, as he returned all the knives to the magnetic wall knife rack, he warned me to be careful. “They’re very sharp,” he said. Someone told me sharp knives were safer than dull ones because you did not need to force the knife through whatever you were cutting. This is probably true, but you still need to keep your fingers away from the blade. As I started chopping onions for my spaghetti sauce, I sliced my finger wide open.

I quickly went to the bathroom cupboard and got out the gauze and tape. Then I looked at my hand and realized I needed to stop the flow before I applied any bandaging. It took a while to figure out how to do this with one hand, but I finally wrapped the finger with enough gauze to cover our house and managed to get it taped up.

I returned to the kitchen to find Scott taking the almost burnt hamburger off the stovetop. “So, what happened?” he asked. I sighed and told him I had cut my finger. He didn’t say I told you so. He just asked if I was alright and wanted to know why I hadn’t called him to help. Well, that was easy to answer — pride. My pride.

Do you learn a lesson and then just remember it and live by it for the rest of your life? I need to absorb lessons over and over again. On this particular occasion, I learned three lessons:.

Lesson #1 — Knives are sharp. Use caution. Duh.

Lesson #2 — Don’t try to hide anything from my husband. I’m just not good at it. I remember telling my daughter, after we had been on a shopping spree, that it wasn’t necessary for her to tell her father how much those new jeans cost. No sooner did the front door close and I was telling him myself. See? I’m just not good at keeping anything from this man.

Lesson #3 — If your finger is bandaged with a lot of gauze, you don’t need to do the dishes! This worked for two whole days!

This blog contains no deep hidden meaning or life lesson. It’s just an observation on my life with Scott. I guess the best lesson, and the one I hope I’ll always remember, is that a good husband is a gift from God. And mine is a keeper!

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful

(1 Corinthians 13:4–5).

Today, and always, we are surrounded by HIS grace,
Debbie