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United at Home

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

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Life Lessons, Over and Over

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

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Trusting in the Teacher

I became very ill on January 3rd . I had all the symptoms that led me to believe I had contracted COVID-19: a high fever, chills, body aches, coughing, and so on. Monday, my husband, Scott, took me to get a COVID test. On January 7th the test came back negative. My symptoms persisted on and off for the next week. Scott still believes I had COVID and that the test is not completely accurate. We really are dealing with the unknown.

This made me think about all the tests I have been subjected to throughout my life, or that I subject myself to: aptitude tests, medical tests, personality tests, vehicle crash tests (kidding!), pregnancy tests, stress tests, etc. Why do I take tests? Academic testing is a critical checkup to assure learning is on track. Medical tests are necessary to assess many conditions and discover
deficiencies or diseases. If testing helps me discover important things about myself, then when God tests me, He does it out of love.

The crucible is for silver, and the furnace is for gold, and the Lord tests hearts (Proverbs 17:3). The New Living Translation says, Fire tests the purity of silver and gold, but the Lord tests the heart. I am quite sure that I fear being tested because I am afraid I may fail, but my battle with sin was won through Christ’s death and resurrection. Christ has passed the test for me!

The objective of testing is to discover the truth. Have I learned what was taught? Am I healthy or do I need treatment? When the Lord tests me and I fall short, through His Word and Sacraments, He reminds me of His love and forgiveness, and I learn once again to trust in Him. My faith is precious to my Father in heaven and my faithfulness is rewarded as I experience His peace and joy. Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him (James 1:12). I may deal with the unknown in this life but my faith in Christ is grounded in Scripture. I know the Lord is my Creator, Christ is my Savior, and heaven is my home.

Let me be clear. I do not enjoy being tested, whether it’s a blood test, an intelligence test, or an event in life given to test my faith. I am certain, however, that I am weak and I need to lean on the One who I trust above all else. His strength becomes my strength. His victory is mine as well.

How have you been tested lately? Trust in the Teacher!

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

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong (2 Corinthians 12:9–11).

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To Give or To Receive?

This week, in the grocery store parking lot, I received an offer of assistance from another woman. It was a kind offer, so why did I hesitate before accepting? I had unloaded all my groceries into the back of the Subaru and turned to look for the nearest cart return. This women, not much younger than me, asked if she could take my cart and return it for me. After a slight hesitation, I smiled and said, “Sure. Thank you!” That was it.

But, that wasn’t it. If you ask my family you will be told that I tend to overanalyze almost everything. I got into the driver’s seat and pulled down the visor, looked in the mirror, and wondered if I looked old and feeble. I prefer to be the person offering to help others in parking lots. I’m not the one that needs help — am I?

Do you have an easier time helping others or allowing them to help you? Do you find it easier to give than to receive? Think about it. When someone tells you they love your shoes, or your new jacket, etc., do you find that you tend to downplay the compliment? If we can’t receive a compliment with grace, we may find it difficult to show appreciation when receiving help.

When I need a fresh perspective, I often find it in the Scriptures. The story in Exodus 17 immediately comes to mind, where Aaron and Hur held up Moses’ arms during the battle with Amalek. Whenever Moses held up his hands, Israel prevailed, and whenever he lowered his hands, Amalek prevailed. Joshua led this battle, but it was the Lord’s victory. Moses needed
help, and the Lord provided it through Aaron and Hur.

I know that asking my Lord for help is good. I also need to appreciate that the Lord may ask me to give help to others, or He may ask me to accept help from others.

Looking back, in accepting the assistance of a stranger, God may have given her the boost she needed in that hour. God may have known that she would be blessed by heling. I know I feel blessed when I am able to help someone so, now, I will remember that I may, at times, be a different part of the equation.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him (John 3:16–17). Yup — help from God is
not only acceptable, but necessary!

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

Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need (Hebrews 4:16).

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Appreciating This World

I just listened to Andrea Bocelli sing “Hallelujah” in Italian. I closed my eyes and let the music lift me beyond my own English language to the universal language of praise and adoration to our Lord and Savior. I thought of all the different languages of this world and how my understanding of these languages did not limit my appreciation for the sentiment borne within the words, especially when they are carried on the notes of music. I thought of how God reached across the barriers of language, race, and culture, and stretched out His arms on that cross for all people. As Andrea sang the words in Italian, I sang along in English and felt my song ascending as a prayer of praise to God.

We have all just celebrated Christmas. My family has special traditions and I’m sure your family does also. I enjoy learning about various culture’s traditions for celebrating their Christianity throughout the year. Do you have neighbors or friends come from a culture other than your own? Is there someone in your congregation who may consider sharing their history and traditions? When we lived in Bismarck, North Dakota, we always sang one verse of “Silent Night” in German. Wouldn’t it be fun to learn a favorite hymn in another language?

I don’t know where I’m going with this blog. Even as I ramble, I pray that God will open my mind and heart to appreciate how the Spirit works in the hearts of all His people, in different ways, but for the same purpose of glorifying Him. My prayer is that I may appreciate every culture, language, and person as His creation, love them with His love, and understand that my traditions are good but are not all encompassing.

For nothing will be impossible with God (Luke 1:37).

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

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An “Aha” Moment!

Do you know what an “aha” moment is? The first time I heard that phrase was when past LWML President Linda Reiser spoke at the LWML North Dakota District Convention years ago. She shared one of her “aha” moments — a moment of clarity, a time of understanding — and I’ve used that term ever since.

I recently experienced an “aha” moment of my own. At our last LWML Bible study, someone was reading Scripture from 1 Thessalonians 5, and she misread, saying, “Give thanks for all circumstances.” She stopped and corrected the passage: Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you (1 Thessalonians 5: 16-18). The “aha” moment hit! What a difference a preposition makes!

It had been a week of disappointments; a week of changed, canceled, or postponed plans, and I was struggling with finding the good in this present pandemic situation. As the Scripture was read, I realized I don’t need to give thanks for this horrific pandemic that has taken so many lives and continues to hurt the economy. But I certainly can give thanks in every circumstance.

I’ve lived a very blessed life, but I’ve also endured the pain of rheumatoid arthritis, the diagnoses and treatment of breast cancer, and the loss of family members I still mourn. In each situation, I can give thanks because my Lord and Savior is a constant comfort, a solid foundation, and a light in the darkness.

I pray the Lord gives you an “aha” moment today, and that you remember when His promises spoke to you and filled you with His joy. I pray we all find reasons to give thanks in all circumstances and trust in His promises, during good times and challenging times. With you, I will rejoice always, pray without ceasing, and give thanks in all circumstances!

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

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Thanksgiving Everyday

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

Jeremiah 29:11

Well, that’s good to know, Lord, but could you share those plans with me?

We planned to go north to Bismarck, North Dakota, to celebrate Thanksgiving with my son and his family. But three of that household contracted COVID-19. They are all feeling better and I’m so thankful for the miracle of healing, but we were not able to travel as planned.

The LWML Presidents Assembly was going to be held in Lexington, Kentucky, in person. This would have given the 40 LWML district presidents a preview of our convention city and they would have toured the convention center. But COVID-19 cases are up nationwide so I made the
difficult decision to change our meetings to a virtual format. Our plans are not always His plans.

I don’t know the plans my Lord has for me or for my loved ones, but I can rest in the knowledge that His plans are always for the good of His people. Wow — that’s easy to say, isn’t it? It’s harder to do — to trust. Psalm 28:7 says, The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart
trusts and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him. But I do trust, by the grace of God. Trust and my faith — both gifts from the Father — both reasons to give thanks.

It’s good to have a day of Thanksgiving. It’s one of my favorite holidays. But I think I’ll keep one of my Thanksgiving decorations out year-round, to remind me each day to give thanks. I have a vase filled with wheat stalks from my farm. My father is with Jesus and hasn’t farmed for a number of years, but they are still a good reminder of the gifts He provides and the harvests yet to come.

I don’t know when we will be free of COVID-19. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I do know that I have a Father who has sent His Son for my salvation and who has a plan for my life. And that’s enough.

I give you thanks, O Lord, with my whole heart.

Psalm 138: 1a

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

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Sharing My Christian Legacy

Today is my 65 th birthday. I tell you this, not to solicit a response (at least not to my birthday), but to share reflections on my life. Sixty-five years I’ve lived on this earth. I’ve experienced much, cried and laughed often, and had many ups and downs. I’ve borne children and lost loved ones. That’s probably true for most of you.

I believe I was born to give testament to God, to praise Him in His glory, and share His Gospel each day with all those I meet. At the end of each day, I always ask myself, “What did I do today to share God’s love?” Some days I feel I have applied the opportunities He has laid before me and He may say, “Well done,” but some days I realize that there was little I did to share Jesus.
Each morning, however, God offers me another opportunity to be His ambassador.

As I reflect on my life, I think about those who do not know Christ. I believe God gave me the desire to share Jesus with others so they may feel the peace I feel, even when I mess up. Past LWML President Florence Montz (1971-1975) once told me she didn’t care if anyone remembered her name, but if anyone came to know Jesus because she walked this earth, that
was reason enough to live. I share the following information with you because I think it’s important.

LWML mission grants, chosen by members each biennium, share Christ’s mercy and Gospel message in our neighborhoods and around the world. I believe that a legacy gift, given through my estate plan to LWML, gives me the opportunity to continue to share Jesus even after I have gone home to heaven. I’m only 65. I may have many years left on this earth — or I may die
tomorrow. What a privilege to have a plan in place so that others can learn of Jesus! LWML has Gift Planning Counselors who can set up a plan at no cost to you.

Our LWML Gifts of Love Counselors, Linda Gage and Carol von Soosten, may be reached at (800) 741-4138 and would love to help you think through your Christian legacy gifts. Linda and Carol are employed by the LCMS Foundation and the LWML. They are professionally trained and have a passion for missions. They don’t make decisions for you. They just give you
information and guidance.

Also, right now, there are matching funds available to support the ministry of Gifts of Love. If you give to the Help|Love|Grow appeal by year’s end, you can double the impact! It’s a win/win.

As with any organization, LWML has administrative costs. But interest from our endowment, which has increased in large part because of the gifts given through estate plans, is beginning to cover the costs of operation. This allows more contributions to go directly to mission grants! I thank God for those who have remembered LWML in their charitable estate plans and for our Gifts of Love Counselors who have assisted them. Please pray about this and consider calling Linda or Carol for excellent guidance.

Today, I will strive to be God’s light and thank Him for the blessings He has given me. I praise Him for the opportunity to be His missionary now and into the future.

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

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Just a Bit of Normal

Several weeks ago, most of the LWML Board of Directors met in Lexington, Kentucky. Yup, we met in person. We followed all safety protocols and physical distancing. Oh, how nice it was to get together and
have “just a bit of normal!”

What exactly is normal? Missionary Gary Thies often states that Christians are “not normal.” “Normal” to many would be believing only in what we can see and trusting only in what we can touch. Hebrews
11:1 says, Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

I guess I am thinking more about the manner in which we would “normally” be living our lives. We would be meeting together without physical distancing and greeting each other with hugs and
handshakes. We would be eating out more often and sharing meals and pews with friends and family.

We would be unmasked and our hands would not require as much hand lotion (although my grandchildren are actually washing their hands on a regular basis — a great improvement). We would feel comfortable when we are out and about.

It may just be that we need to consider a new normal, a standard routine of common sense: stay home when we’re feeling sick or feverish, respect the concerns of others, and check on the welfare of our neighbors on a regular basis. We could make being kind and compassionate the new normal. We could own our mistakes and forgive others for theirs. (I’m getting off track here — but isn’t that what a rambling blog is supposed to do?)

When I returned home after three weeks of travel (two weeks in Minnesota with my mother-in-law recuperating from knee replacement surgery and one week in Lexington), it took a few days to “feel normal,” to feel comfortable in my routine. It took doing laundry, making meals, waking up to the smell of coffee, and a roaring fire in the hearth to feel normal. I like routine. We all do. I pray our routine, our “normal,” includes time with God and time with each other. God bless your “normal” today!

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

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Going Home

Debbie and her daughter

Since October 5, Scott and I have been in northern Minnesota, spending time with his mother as she had knee replacement surgery. She is doing well, and our daughter, Mandy, took this opportunity to come for a visit. Mandy and I also took a day trip to my family farm in northeastern North Dakota. I remember waking up each morning on the farm, listening to the cottonwood leaves rustle in the breeze. (Spring, summer, and fall of course. I don’t like to talk about winter in North Dakota!) I love cottonwoods. Yes, I know there are other trees that are more majestic, have prettier leaves, and live longer, but I believe my fondness comes from my early years and from warm experiences of my home.

We walked through the empty house. (My mother has been spending winters with my sister in Virginia.) There was a slight musty smell and a chill in the air. As we walked from one room to the next, we shared
memories of morning coffee and late-night talks. More memories were awakened as we walked around the property. We passed the sheep shed, the chicken coop, and the barn, and my thoughts went to all the forts my sisters and brother and I built. What an imagination we had! Mandy laughed as she recalled playing with cousins and helping Grandma in the garden.

It was heartwarming, going home. I had an ideal childhood and wonderful memories. No matter where I live, coming home to the farm gives me a sense of belonging. I’ve grown up, married, and moved multiple times. I’ve called many places home and have felt safe and happy wherever God has placed me, but I love returning to the place of my childhood.

I know this world is not my home. Heaven is my home. I have no doubt that when I enter through the gates of heaven, I will experience an even greater joy than I have when I drive to the family farm. I love that God gifts us with glimpses of heaven here on earth. I love that He gives us family and friends. I love that He, through grace alone, gives us His Word, so that we will always know we are loved, and that we have a home with Him in heaven. He is with me here on earth and He will welcome me into heaven.

I look forward to an eternity with my Savior, and I thank my Creator for giving me snapshots of home and security in a world with so many dark alleys.

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