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God Reveals Himself

by Dori Guerra

 

"God did this so that they would seek Him and perhaps reach out for Him and find Him, though He is not far from any one of us. --Acts 17:27

 

In the spring of 2024, I went on vacation to the East Coast with my family. In the weeks before that, at church, we had been challenged to pray “impossible prayers.” I had been asking God to reveal Himself to my dad and my son so they would experience that He is real and powerful.

 

We were sightseeing in Philadelphia, walking from the Liberty Bell to Reading Market. I looked up and noticed someone passing me on the sidewalk - and couldn't believe my eyes! Elizabeth, a woman who had left our congregation two years ago to live in New York, was right there beside me. I knew she had become homeless but didn’t know she was in Philadelphia. I called out her name as I ran up to hug her. She couldn't believe it either and we both started talking excitedly.

 

My dad was walking beside me and my son just behind me at the time and both stopped to see what was happening. They were so surprised because they recognized Elizabeth, too! 

Elizabeth and I walked arm-in-arm for two hours, sightseeing and catching up. I gave her what money I had and reminded her that I'd buy her a train ticket back to Minnesota if she would come. She said she preferred to stay in Philadelphia where God was using her in the lives of the people she sees on the street. The Lord did an amazing thing that day. Both my dad and my son saw undeniable evidence of God's hand in our lives. I knew it was an answer to my impossible prayer.

 

Thank you, Eternal One, for working in every situation to draw people to yourself.

Grant us the faith to persevere in impossible prayers. -- Amen.

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Following God's Leading

by Jay Lawton

 

"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying,

“This is the way; walk in it.” Isaiah 30:21

 

In 1981, I was going through a very dark period in my life. I had recently been divorced after a rather brief marriage. I felt worthless when I thought about my ex-wife's infidelity

and the stigma (as I thought) of a divorce as a Christian. At the end of December, I attended the Urbana Mission Conference in Illinois. As I listened to the speakers and attended the workshops, I became interested in possibly working in a mission organization. I didn’t have a college degree and it seemed a lot of positions required skills I did not possess, so I was a bit concerned about what I could do. A few weeks later, representatives from Covenant Church organizations in Alaska visited our church in Modesto, Calif. The chief engineer from KICY Radio in Nome spoke to the youth group I was helping lead. Though I had no radio experience, the idea of being on the air really intrigued me. I discussed the possibilities with the engineer and concluded that I might like to apply as a volunteer. With the help of our youth pastor, I put together a brief biography and demo tape. I sent them off to Nome and waited to hear back. Not long afterward I received a response, asking how soon I could be there. My church (which I’d only attended for about a year) agreed to support me financially; I gave notice at my job and liquidated some of my possessions. In mid-June, I packed for a one-year commitment and headed off to Nome, Alaska with no real clue what I was in for. As it turned out, I became a pretty decent radio announcer and learned life skills as well. Though I signed up for one year, I stayed for three. After my second year, a young lady from Minnesota arrived as a short-termer and ended up becoming my wife. Looking back, I count this as the most consequential decision I had yet made in my life. The big lesson for me was, “When you follow God’s leading, good things happen.” Though there are still trials, He provides us with what we need to get through.

 

Thank You, God, for leading us on this journey called Life. Help us to walk with You through all our days. Amen.

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Directed by God

by Wil & Jayme Wright

 

"A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps." --Proverbs 16:9

 

Jayme and Wil Wright met at Jayme’s junior prom in Willmar, where each of them was dating a different person, but didn’t keep in touch after that. Wil went to Ridgewater for a couple of years and then up to NDSU in Mechanical Engineering. After a year, he decided he wanted to pursue Aviation Mechanics and found out about a school in Watertown, SD.

WIL: I thought this was where God wanted me to go. The school year was approaching, I had applied, been accepted, gotten my tools, registered for classes. However, I couldn’t find a place to live. The week that classes started, I still didn’t have anywhere to live, so I couldn’t go to school!

JAYME: I spent a semester at the Solid Rock gap year program, but realized that wasn’t where God wanted me, so I came home, worked, helped with the New London Covenant youth group and got involved with JOPPA, a young adults ministry, after leader Jeff Schmitz nagged me into it. 

WIL: To my consternation, I took a year off school and stayed in Willmar to work. While I was here, I wanted to do productive things, so when a friend invited me to JOPPA, I decided to get involved as I knew Jeff from Ridgewater’s campus ministry. Through the year in JOPPA, Jayme and I got to know each other and fell in love, and after I went off to Watertown for school, we got engaged in December and married the following summer.

JAYME: Looking back, we see that God moved us both back to Willmar for that year so that we could find each other. We’re so grateful!

WIL: At the end of the next school year, we were married and living in Watertown as I prepared to graduate with my Aviation Maintenance license. We were wondering and praying about where we should settle. At this time, Rocky Hovda (youth director at First Covenant Church) reached out to Jayme. Jayme had been involved in the Sunday night youth groups with Rocky for years, and he said that the Lord had laid it on his heart to ask if the two of us would be interested in being youth leaders that summer. 

Our response was, “Maybe. If I can get a job in or near Willmar, we’ll do that.”

I knew Willmar had an airport but didn’t know anything about it, so I Googled it and found Eric, the manager who ran the maintenance shop. I called him and told him I was graduating in a month with my license; he gave me a job over the phone!

JAYME: This wasn’t the only confirmation God gave us. We were both working at Target in Watertown at the time, and both were laid off in May, which gave us time to house hunt. A friend of Wil’s parents had a lake home to rent out, which was doable financially – he ended up being the best landlord we ever had. 

We started looking for a house to buy. Normally, Wil is very thorough and cautious in decision-making, but the moment he saw our house, he said, “Yep, that’s the one.” I was confident this was from the Lord, because Wil never does things that way! As it turned out, we bought the house at just the right time; shortly thereafter, the market began to skyrocket, but we had our mortgage rate locked in. We are grateful to the Lord for bringing us together, bringing us to Willmar, giving us our home and giving us our son, Liam, in His perfect timing.

 

Thank You, Father, that You know better than we do. Thank You for directing our steps in the paths You have for us. -- Amen

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"Opening the Pearly Gates"

by Myron Carlson 

"He the pearly gates will open; So that I may enter in; For He purchased my redemption; And forgave me all my sin. (ref Rev. 21:21)

 

On a Monday morning in 2022, my mother, who lived independently in a condo, called me in Florida, where Carolie and I were volunteering with a ministry. I had a hard time understanding her; the main thing I understood was that she was dying. I reassured her that we were flying home the next day and told her I would come to her after my medical appointments on Wednesday. On Thursday, at 5:30 pm, Carolie and I arrived at the Ortonville hospital and Mom looked very bad. My brother, his wife, my sister, and her daughter were around the bed watching. They had been caring for her all day without much response. When I came through the door, I took Mom by the shoulders and told her how much I loved her and how much she meant to our family. Suddenly, she perked up and we all had a wonderful visit for over three hours. She was joking and chuckling. God’s hand was in the conversation as we laughed a lot.

Around 8:30 pm the nurse came in to give her another relaxing medication. We prayed and she expressed her gratitude to the Lord. We were ready to leave when she asked if we would sing “He the Pearly Gates Will Open.” My sister and sister-in-law found the tune on their iPhones. I was somewhat familiar with the song and Mom led us all in singing it. We all said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

Midway through the next morning, my brother called to say she had passed away. I saw God's providence in how we were all together with her at the end. I still miss her and her quirky smile, but I do not wish her back. After giving Mother a full life of 97 years, He the pearly gates did open and she is in a much better place.

 

Thank You, God of the living, for eternal life and the promise of a blessed reunion with our loved ones.

Thank you that we do not grieve as ones with no hope. -- Amen

 

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The Joy of Fellowship

by Pastor Chris Pappenfus

 

"The brothers and sisters there had heard that we were coming, and they traveled as far as the Forum of Appius and the Three Taverns to meet us.

At the sight of these people, Paul thanked God and was encouraged. -- Acts 28:15

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In 2012, I was on my way to the Ubangi region of the Democratic Republic of the Congo – a place in the northwest corner of that large and beautiful country, which is hard to reach. I flew from Minneapolis to Chicago to meet the rest of the team, and they entrusted me with a trunk full of laptops for the medical staff in DRC. They said, “Pray, pray, pray that these can get through customs; they could easily be confiscated.”

After our flight to Brussels, Belgium, we got on another plane to Kinshasa, (the capital of DRC), which stopped at several other African locations before our arrival. In Kinshasa, we went through several customs where, by the grace of God and despite my speaking no French and no Lingala, the laptops and I made it through.

 

We were given eight hours to rest in a guest house before we were brought back to the airport for our Air Congo flight to our final destination: Gemena. Air Congo sells as many tickets as people will buy, and boarding the flight is first come, first served. So, we had to get there early to get our seats since there were no assigned seats. At this point, they weigh the plane to determine whether they have enough fuel to get everyone where they need to go; if they don’t, they start pulling people off the plane until they do.

 

We managed to get seats on the flight that morning. Our airplane was a retired Delta plane, which US flight inspectors had no doubt rejected for American flights. We had two stops before our destination. Every time the plane landed, ceiling panels fell, releasing clouds of black soot which billowed through the cabin until the ventilation system pulled them all the way through. I’m a nervous flyer to begin with, so by the time we landed in Gemena, I was a wreck. I was exhausted as I’d been en route for three days. By African standards, this journey was a miracle of efficiency and smoothness, but I was wiped out. All I wanted to do was take a nap.

 

The missionaries announced that our first stop would be Bokonzo; “there is a celebration in your honor.” I thought, “Oh my goodness. A celebration?” My heart sank. But, as our Land Rover made its way up the road to Bokonzo Covenant Church, the road was lined with all of our Congolese brothers and sisters. There were bands and choirs, and everyone was singing, and suddenly, my heart was overflowing and I was so grateful to God because I was surrounded and welcomed with such love by other believers. 

 

As if that weren’t enough, the president of the Covenant Church of Congo who was introducing all of us, knew my parents and I had been missionaries. When he asked me to stand up, he declared in his accented English, “I would like to introduce to you Pastor Christopher Pappenfus, a son of Gemena.” A son of Gemena! I do not look like a son of Gemena. But these believers were saying, “You are one of us because we are all one in Christ Jesus.” I sobbed. I had no right to be called a son of Gemena, but there I was. The true fellowship I experienced with these brothers and sisters, after the complete exhaustion and distress of the previous three days, will always be one of my fondest memories.

 

Thank You, Jesus, for the bond You create between Your followers. Thank You

for the refreshing of the Holy Spirit in the fellowship of believers. -- Amen

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Many Hands Make Light Work

by Kari Stadem

 

"…We will grow to become…the mature body of Him who is the head, that is, Christ. From Him,

the whole body…grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.  -- Ephesians 4:15-167

 

On a Thursday afternoon, my sister-in-law, Tanya, shared her husband Steve’s medical update over the phone, and our conversation turned to the upcoming Plain View Farm Reunion.

"I’m a little concerned about what will get done this weekend,” Tanya confessed.

“No doubt!” I replied.

Tanya’s daughter, Aanna, had scheduled her wedding (now less than three months away) at the grandparents’ farm, and plenty still needed to be done to accommodate the celebration. A huge storm had blown through the week before, scattering large branches all over (which caused Steve’s accident as he worked trying to clean up. A "work weekend” had been scheduled. However, we usually didn’t get much work done because the relatives loved to chat, and it was difficult to manage so many people. Steve, (who usually coordinated our efforts), wouldn’t be there because he was hospitalized; most of my large family wouldn’t be there because our son was also in the hospital. How would anything get done? What would the farm look like by the wedding?

On Monday, Tanya and I spoke again. She was elated. “It’s like a miracle!” she exclaimed.

A cousin had taken over the management, and everyone present had worked steadily and swiftly as a team. They had cleaned up the branches from the storm; completed the deck; installed the kitchen cabinets, and finished several other smaller projects. We could hardly believe it.

Aanna’s wedding went without a hitch in September, with beautiful weather and an even more beautiful lakeside arbor. The reception guests milled about on the brand-new deck and in the rustic, decorated barn, courtesy of the relatives who pitched in at a time of great need and joined together to build something greater than anyone could have accomplished alone.

 

Head of the Body, thank You for working through Your people to bless the world. May we join in Your great purpose every day, through Christ’s power. --Amen.

 

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God Answers Knee-mail!

by Kelly Morrell

 

"When I am in distress, I call to you, because you answer me." -- Psalm 86:7

 

As Willmar is the central economic hub for western Minnesota, local businesses and community members have pushed for years for better transportation routes to the metropolitan area. Most recently, the Kandiyohi Economic Development Commission (EDC) founded the Highway 23 Coalition in 2017, after the announcement of possible funds through the Corridors of Commerce state government initiative. Members of the Coalition, including me as a business owner, funded lobbying efforts. Despite an impressive effort by everyone involved, Hwy 23 was not awarded funds in the spring of 2018. Meanwhile, Spicer’s Green Lake had been selected as the site for the annual “Governor’s Fishing Opener” in May 2018. Over the years, I have guided kids hundreds of times on Green Lake, so why not host the Governor? I applied online and became the Governor’s Official Fishing Guide

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The week before the opener, Aaron Backman, the EDC Director, called me to his office and explained we might have one last chance to get Hwy 23 funds through a bonding bill. We thought we could stock the boat with Hwy 23 Coalition cards and I could mention them to Democratic Governor Mark Dayton while he was fishing. That seemed simple enough.

 

It wasn’t until the day before the opener that I received the agenda and realized how far over my head I would be! I had to give 13 radio interviews, followed by two television spots, and a speech at the boat access in front of hundreds of people. I was completely overwhelmed. When I got home, a sign on our wall struck me for the first time: “God answers knee-mail”. I went into my bedroom, got on my knees, and admitted, “This is too much, Lord. I need Your help. Help me to represent this community and give you the glory through this event.”

 

Saturday morning’s interviews and speech were a blur. I wasn’t too worried about the fishing as I had a plan. My neighbor had taken another boat to the lake earlier to reserve a spot at the inlet of the Ye Olde Mill, where we were guaranteed to catch at least bass. I had two surprises as we got into the boat. The first was the additional guests who squeezed in: Senate Majority (Republican) Leader Paul Gazelka and his son; House Majority (Republican) Leader Kurt Doudt, and House Minority (Democrat) Leader Melissa Hortmann. The second surprise was that all the Hwy 23 promotional material had been removed from the boat by the Governor’s staff. We were catching fish as hoped through the morning. I was truly impressed with the high level of respect each representative showed each other regardless of their affiliated parties. The honor they treated each other with was a sharp contrast to how politics is portrayed in the media.

 

After a few hours, Governor Dayton was ready to call it a day. Unfortunately, there had been zero opportunity to work any type of Hwy 23 discussion into the conversation. What should I do?

As we were heading back to the landing, I cut the motor and said, “I would be remiss if I didn’t share the importance of the funding for the Hwy 23 project for our community. The disappointing news of the Corridors of Commerce awards couldn’t have come at a worse time as it coincided with the funeral arrangement for the young Shumaker boy from New London who lost his life on Hwy 23 just north of New London. It would mean a great deal if you could include this project with your bonding bill.” There was a quiet pause in the boat. Governor Dayton broke the silence with, “I’d vote for that!” And then the others all chimed in and nodded their heads. Governor Dayton declared, ”Let’s seal it with a fist bump, Kelly!”

 

And so we did. I started the engine back up and proceeded to the access, totally blown away by what had just happened. All the leaders of opposing parties had just unanimously agreed to a 105-million-dollar project in the boat. When we reached the dock, Governor Dayton announced, “We caught fish - and resolved the Hwy 23 project.” There was a loud cheer! Many people had been key in laying the groundwork over the years for passing this project. Some people have shared with me that their prayers had joined mine for the event. It was clear to me that God should get the credit - and that He answers “knee-mail”!

 

Thank you, Heavenly Father, that you answer us when we call. Thank you for strengthening us to do the tasks we are appointed to do.

Help us do them in your name and in your way. --Amen.

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Into the Ditch
by Barb Swanson

"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 

to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen. Ephesians 3:20-21

One early, wintry, and freezing cold Saturday morning, our family was traveling north to a music event for one of our kids. As drizzle started to fall, the road we were on suddenly glazed over with a sheet of ice. Just as this happened, there was a curve in the road ahead, and an oncoming car slid over the middle line and was coming straight for us. Everything was sheer ice, and the only place to go was the ditch. Tim turned toward the shoulder that led to a very full ditch – full of metal signs, poles, and an electrical tower. As a few of the members in the car breathed out softly “Oh no” and “Jesus,” the van slid into the ditch on a trajectory headed directly for the metal poles. Somehow, we glided between and past the poles – not even grazing one that was almost touching the van- when suddenly we seemed to be transported effortlessly, almost as though floating on a cloud, over the rest of the ditch. The van set down gently onto the shoulder of an intersecting road. We sat unharmed in silence, until someone said out loud, “What just happened?” We did not drive to our destination that day. Instead, we stayed at a motel and had a wonderful family time together, thanking and praising God, amazed at how He does what to us seems impossible.
 

Thank You, heavenly Father, for Your impossible acts of divine mercy.  Help us to ask You for every need and accept Your answers gratefully. -- Amen.​

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The Prayers of God’s People

by Annette Thompson

 

"Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.   -- Galatians 6:2"

 

It was immediately before my second surgery. I was lying in the surgical waiting area with my heart pounding out of my chest from fear. My surgeon came into my room, leaned right down over my face and said, “You know, I was praying for you early this morning.”

 

I didn’t hear anything else that he said. All I could think about was the thousand-pound weight that was lifted from my shoulders and the fact that I could literally see the prayers of the people praying for me that day. I told my doctor a little while later, “You know, you’ve set a new precedent here. I won’t agree to any surgeries from now on unless you have first prayed for me.” To my great satisfaction, he happily agreed.

 

There was nothing I needed more that day than knowing that people were praying for me. Who would have believed that I was actually thanking God as I was rolled into surgery that day?

 

Thank You, God, for inspiring Your people to pray for others. Help us to lift one another up to You in prayer regularly. Amen.​

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In God's Eyes

by Tammy Moll

 

"Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door,

I will come into him and dine with him, and he with Me. =Revelation 3:20

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At a worship service I attended years ago, Pastor Dan called people to the altar for healing. He said there was someone in the congregation who felt dirty. I knew he meant me. I can’t recall why I felt so unworthy of God’s love at the time, but I wanted to get up and run out the back door and into the darkness of night, or to the altar, and yet I couldn’t move.

 

As I sat in the pew with my hands over my eyes, I thought if I covered them God wouldn’t see my dirty soul. Pastor Dan knelt in the pew in front of me, trying to remove my hands from my face. I fought him, suspecting that if he looked at me he would know the things I had done. As he stood there praying, I heard a voice not of this earth say, “Look at Me and be clean.”

 

I slowly peeled my hands from my face, like I used to peel school glue from my skin as a child. The eyes that looked back at me weren’t those of Pastor Dan or any human. They were like pools of the clearest blue water, eyes of forgiveness and love.

 

At first, I clamped my hands back over my face, saying, “No, no, no!” Using Pastor Dan, the Lord gently and lovingly took my hands away and I knew I was looking into the eyes of my Lord. I knew that nothing I could do would ever make Him go away. I would experience His love, no matter my sin, as long as I come to Him, humble myself, and ask for His forgiveness. He forgave me that night, as He has so many other nights before and since. He is always at the door knocking. I just need to open my heart door and let Jesus in.

 

Thank You, Lord Jesus, for Your unfailing grace and mercy to us. Help us to receive Your love without fear and with thanksgiving. -- Amen.​

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Son Asks for Advice

by Alan Moll

 "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6

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One evening in 2017, my 38-year-old son called to ask me for advice. No, he wasn’t looking for guidance in buying a car, nor was he seeking my insight on how to invest his savings. Instead, he asked my opinion on how to interpret a difficult passage of Scripture. He had been discussing the verses with his wife, and now he turned to me for my thoughts. We discussed the meaning together and he thanked me for my insight.

 

My son and his wife were wrestling with Scripture together – searching God’s Word to determine how to live their lives. I felt honored and joyful that he was comfortable discussing it with his father. I trusted that over the years, he had seen evidence that I was a disciple of God and had studied Scripture as the source of God’s will.  

 

I didn’t hear how my son and daughter-in-law ended up interpreting that piece of Scripture, but what was important to me was the process they used. They searched the Bible together for meaning and involved others in the process. I pray that they train their children in the “way they should go,” and that their children feel comfortable discussing God’s Word with them.

 

Heavenly Father, thank you for your promises. Thank you for whatever beneficial training we received from our parents.

Help us train our children and grandchildren in the way they should go and forgive us when we fall short. Amen.

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God Provides the Best Heart Care

by Marlene Hovland

And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19

 

On Feb. 29, 2020, my husband Dan and I had our bags packed and were sleeping. We were scheduled to fly back to Minnesota from Austin, Texas, the next morning. I was sleeping until 1:30 a.m. when Dan woke me panting, “Oh God, I can’t get my breath.” He hadn’t been feeling well most of the day. I suggested we go to the living room where he could sit up. This didn’t help, so I roused our hostess, my sister, Joyce. We were very concerned, but not panicking.

 

Dan thought it might be an asthma attack that would have a quick fix, so we packed our bags into Joyce’s car. She took us to the hospital emergency room about ten minutes away. Dan’s exam and an EKG led the doctor to say, “You’re not going anywhere, soon.” That was doubly distressing: Dan was seriously ill and we could not return home as planned. Joyce was very supportive as we digested what this meant and I called to cancel our flight home. I stayed with Dan and prayed fervently as he had lots of fluid drawn from his chest with a bi-pap machine. After a few hours he felt more comfortable. I returned to Joyce’s home to get some rest.

 

Further tests showed Dan had a torn heart mitral valve. He was moved and put in the care of an experienced open-heart surgeon at Ascension Seton Medical Center, a reputable heart hospital near Joyce’s home. I enlisted prayers from our pastor and family as I spent parts of every day with Dan. Three days after his first symptoms Dan had a successful heart valve repair and started to recuperate. Joyce drove me to the hospital and on some tours in Austin with other visiting family members during Dan’s nine-day stay.

 

Joyce and her husband, David, further extended their wonderful hospitality to us after Dan was released. From their house, Dan and I took many walks together. At first, they were slow, short ones -- then longer ones at a better pace as he got stronger.

 

All this time, we were being prayed for by family and members of our Covenant Church back home. God’s peace enfolded us. We were grateful that the hospital was near Joyce’s home and that we had wonderful free lodging for a total of thirty days. We visited one of our hosts’ favorite restaurants at the end of the month. The next day, all of Austin’s restaurants closed due to Covid-19.

 

As we started to plan our return home, our children were concerned about the safety of flying because of Covid. Two sons and a son-in-law drove 18 hours straight from Minnesota to pick us up. After a two-day trip we returned, happy and healthy, to our Willmar home. Reflecting on this ordeal, I see God’s excellent provision for our every need.

 

Thank You, heavenly Father, for seeing everything we need and graciously providing it through many different avenues. Amen.

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"God's Ways Are Higher"

by Pete Stadem

“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.” --Isaiah 55:9

 

A good friend of mine, Delroy, visited our family reunions at Plain View Farm for many years running. He enjoyed the fellowship, and helped out by mowing the lawn. After being absent for a few years, he was interested in returning to the gathering and introducing his fiancée, Ruth, to his South Dakota friends. Neither of them can drive, so they depend on others for transportation.

 

On the phone with Del, I was optimistic that we could help. Unfortunately, I often take on more than I can handle, and my family has to pick up the slack. That year there was a lot going on: I would be driving straight to PVF from Starbuck, Minn., my wife had to return home midway through the reunion, and my children had full cars and strange schedules. 

Often, I either force my will on or try to manipulate a family member: “You’re taking Del – it’s the right thing to do!” Lately, I’ve been learning the value of freely allowing others to make choices, so I began to think maybe Del wouldn’t be able to come after all.

 

Then it occurred to me to bring the problem to the Lord. I asked, “God, how can I help Delroy get out to South Dakota?” My cousin Mike, who usually came to the reunion, came to my mind. I called Mike. He responded to my request: “Yeah, I think we can do that!” Delroy and Ruth met up with Mike and his friends and packed everything in tightly. They had a good trip out to the farm and enjoyed their weekend immensely.

 

Dear Jesus, help us relax and trust that Your ways are higher than our ways. Help us give up trying

to force or manipulate others. Grant us to seek Your help, and to recognize it with gratitude when You send it. --Amen​

 

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"Jury Duty"

by Kelly Morrell

 

“And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” -- Esther 4:14

 

     As I sat in the jury box, I silently asked, “Lord, what are you up to?” I’ve been called for jury duty several times over the years, but always released for a variety of reasons. On this day, when I discovered that “John” was the defendant, I was 100% certain I would not have to miss any work in following through on my civic duty. I knew the defendant personally – and not in a good way.

     My company, Concrete Products of New London, was looking to fill a critical machine operator position. I’d found John by paying a substantial fee to a “headhunter” firm, covered his relocation expenses, and hired him. Unfortunately, his resume had greatly overstated his skills. We still needed help and the finder’s fee was nonrefundable, so we kept John on to train as a machine operator. He never really grasped the workings of the machine, but another member of his team was so mechanically inclined that he made up for John’s shortcomings until one Friday night in late winter. John made a major mistake, causing a fire that spread through the plant, causing over a quarter of a million dollars in damage. This was the last straw for us, and John was dismissed.

     Two weeks later John, still unemployed, sat in his backyard at a bonfire finishing his second case of beer while holding a 22-caliber handgun and threatening suicide. His wife, in extreme panic, called the police department. Officers approached from both sides of the house with their guns drawn. John was extremely drunk, sitting in a camping chair with his back to the house. As the officers addressed John, telling him to drop the gun and put his hands up, he tried to turn and get out of the chair - but he hadn’t dropped the gun yet. Both officers shot multiple times and hit him three times. One bullet penetrated his hip, where it remains today.

     When I arrived at the courthouse, John had been brought up on two counts of second-degree assault against a policeman and one count of threats of violence. All the prospective jury members were questioned by both prosecuting and defending attorneys, and a few were dismissed for different reasons, but even after they questioned me, I remained. The judge finally asked if there was anything that any juror should disclose about prior knowledge or relationships that might affect a decision in this case. As I couldn’t believe I was still a prospect, I stood up and told the court that I was the employer who had dismissed John two weeks before the incident. I can only imagine what each side – and John - was thinking about me sitting on the jury. Despite this, no one objected and I was selected for the jury. At this point, it seemed clear to me that God had caused this and I wondered what His purpose was.

     After hearing the case, the jury was instructed by the judge and sent to a room for deliberation. Despite my clear relationship with the defendant, I was nominated as the foreman of the jury. I would describe this jury as the “wild, wild west.” It seemed that everyone had vastly different perspectives which influenced how they interpreted what they had heard in the trial. A large percentage of the jurors felt strongly that if you have a gun when cops are on the scene, you are going to jail, period. This majority was led by a huge guy with an engineering background. His size alone generated respect in the room.

     I shared my perspective that although I had personal reasons to support the prosecution, John was in dire straits, drunk off his rocker, and didn’t intend to harm anyone but himself on that day. We deliberated back and forth all day and it seemed we might be a hung jury. Eventually, one well-spoken, strong-willed gal spoke up in support of John. It was the start of positive momentum for his cause. As time ticked away, I realized that if we didn’t reach a consensus within the next hour, we’d be coming back tomorrow.

     At 4:10 p.m., the engineer decided he could support acquitting John of the assault charges. With his decision, the other jurors who supported the “guilty on all charges” verdict conceded as well.

John was acquitted of the serious “second-degree assault against a policeman” charges, which could have included years of jail time. He was sentenced to 90 days in jail for “threats of violence,” but his hospital stay was included as time served. He walks today with a cane and brace.

 

Thank You, God, for working in sometimes mysterious ways. Thank You for using

us to accomplish Your works of mercy. Help us to see Your hand in all things.      -- Amen.

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Interstate Incident"

by Barb Swanson

 

“Before they call, I will answer; while they are yet speaking I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24

 

Many years ago, my husband, Tim, and I were traveling on I-94 West in Minneapolis driving at full speed.  Our car was in the farthest left lane next to a concrete median barrier. There were two other lanes to the right of us filled with traffic.

 

As we came around a bend in the highway, terror filled us as we saw, only seconds ahead, an immense roll of carpet, taller than the hood of our car and stretched entirely across our lane! It completely blocked the road directly in front of us. The traffic was heavy and fast; there were vehicles behind us and to the right of us, so there was nowhere to go and no time to even slow down. Gripped by the realization of the impact about to occur, I whispered aloud, “Jesus, help.”

 

Immediately, a huge semi-truck barreled up on our right, passing us at high speed. As it moved ahead, the left front of the truck knocked the carpet roll, sending it into a 90-degree spin out of our way – as if a gate had opened for us to pass through. In the blink of an eye, a whispered impossible prayer was on God’s radar before it was even thought or uttered. Thank you, Lord! Wow!

 

Thank You, heavenly Father, for Your miraculous acts of salvation, both for eternity

and in our everyday lives. Help us to glorify and praise Your Name always. 

-- Amen.

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"The Holy Spirit is Real"

by Annette Thompson

 

And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever the Spirit of truth. The world

cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you. -- John 14:16-17

 

Before we moved here, my husband and I were attending a Full Gospel fellowship. One night at a ladies’ event, a special speaker began to share her real-life account of abduction, torture, and captivity. Ten days after her terrible ordeal began, the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit each began to minister to her in their own unique way and gave her a very specific set of tasks. After hearing the dramatic story of how the Holy Spirit helped this woman to escape, my life was forever changed. I had heard about the Triune Father, Son, and Holy Spirit my whole life as I went to church and Sunday school and studied the Bible, but hearing this story made the Holy Spirit very real to me. I’m so grateful for that lesson. In the challenges and trials I was to face for the next 30 years, I really needed the Holy Spirit in my life to direct and comfort and walk beside me day by day.

 

At one point, there was a period of unrest and surely a time of grieving the Holy Spirit at that church. Many Sundays I couldn’t even bring myself to go because it made me so sad. One particular Sunday, when I was at my lowest physically and spiritually, I decided to just go so someone could pray for me and I could feel better.

 

For the first and only time, that pastor instructed us to all join hands across the aisles and pray for the person on our right. “Really, Lord? I came here today so needy and you want me to pray for someone else?” Well, I obeyed instructions. Less than ten seconds after I sat down, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. The person on my left had also been praying for me! My next prayer was for forgiveness. I learned that the Holy Spirit is real and that blessings come when I consider others more important than myself.

 

Thank You, Holy Spirit, for comforting us, guiding us and teaching us. -- Amen.

 

 

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"Bully on the Bus"

by Chris Pappenfus

 

A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:1

 

One afternoon in fourth grade, at the back of the bus on the way home from school, I was entertaining my circle of friends with my usual quick-witted and sarcastic comments – compensation for my lack of physical or athletic prowess. My target was a brooding hulk of a fifth grader by the name of Robby.  As I casually remarked on Robby’s general lack of hygiene and desperate social depravity, I wasn’t worried about retribution, counting on my ring of able-bodied fourth graders plus the no-nonsense driver keeping a watchful eye in the big rearview mirror. The laughter I was soliciting from my peers at Robby’s expense was well worth the risk.

 

In my euphoria, I failed to realize that Robby hadn’t gotten off the bus at his usual stop. I was a bit shocked to see him still in his seat as I got off. Robby rose up behind me like a grizzly bear and followed me down the center aisle. As I turned to exit the bus, I cast a nervous glance back to my friends standing wide-eyed in the back of the bus and began plotting a desperate run to safety. But Robby had a firm grip on my backpack and I realized that the law of the jungle was about to kick in: only the strong will survive!

As Robby dragged me behind my neighbor’s fence, my idle threats and pleas for mercy seemed to fall on deaf ears. Robby didn’t say a word; he simply threw me to the ground and let his fists and feet do the talking. After a brief but painful pummeling he wrapped his arm around my neck in a chokehold and finally spoke: “If I see you on the bus again tomorrow, I’ll assume you want me to beat you to a pulp.” With that, he lumbered back up the street towards his house. I wiped the tears from my face and took stock of my injuries, wondering how I was going to explain this to my mom and if she would be willing to place me under police protection.

 

That evening I recounted the incident to my dad, already starting to embellish the story for maximum effect. But he didn’t respond as I expected. Having observed me over the past few years, he asked directly: “What did you say that made Robby so angry?” As I confessed my part in the altercation, he listened with compassion and my resentment began to soften. My dad then explained some things about Robby’s home life that I hadn’t known. I started to imagine what it was like for Robby to endure my ugly comments. Suddenly new emotions flooded me: shame and regret. 

 

I knew I had to apologize to Robby. I knew I was going to endure a litany of questions and probably some teasing from my friends, and I also knew that if I ever rode that bus again I was a dead man! My father calmed my anxiety by offering to meet me at the bus stop.

 

After a long and awkward day at school, avoiding both my usual joking with my friends and the fifth-grade hallway, I hung back until the very last minute before boarding Bus 12. Robby stared at me as I bolted past him on my way to the back of the bus. I was uncharacteristically quiet on that bus ride and my friends seemed content to hold a kind of silent vigil in what might be my final hour. As we neared Robby’s stop, I hoped against hope that he would get off; maybe he’d had a change of heart, or maybe he’d injured himself punching me. No such luck.

 

Seeing Dad waiting for me at my stop, I felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment that I needed my daddy to fight my battles for me. As Robby stepped off the bus behind me, he noticed my dad standing in our neighbor's yard and I could sense him starting to plan his own hasty retreat up the street. Dad called, “Robby, I need to talk to you for a minute.” 

 

I waited off to the side as my father calmly confronted my enemy. I didn’t hear what he said but his tone was gentle, yet firm. Robby stared at his feet, occasionally nodding or shaking his head and only once gesturing in my direction. Finally, my dad turned and called me to join them. I approached with a sense of confidence now that my dad had put this bully in his place. As I drew near, my dad put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Chris, what would you like to say to Robby?” 

 

I thought to myself, “Why am I the one who has to apologize first? He was the one throwing punches. He was the one who couldn’t take a joke. He was the one who resorted to violence!” Yet, in that space, under the protective arm of my father, I found I could accept my sinful behavior and apologize for the hurtful things I had said. 

 

Robby continued to stare at his feet but added, “And I’m sorry I beat you up.” 

 

We stood there in silence for a while before my dad spoke again. “Robby, I don’t want you to beat Chris up ever again. Chris, I don’t ever want to hear of you bullying Robby or anyone else on the bus again. Am I clear?” 

 

Robby was quick to answer, “Yes, sir.” 

 

“Yes,” I added.

 

Dad kept his hand on my shoulder as we walked back to our house. We talked about other things, light-hearted and delightful things. Dad never mentioned my “bus bullying” again. And though I didn’t become friends with Robby, neither he nor I ever bullied each other again.

 

Thank You, heavenly Father, that You gently and firmly convict us of our sins and give us the grace to repent.

Thank You that You have fought the battle for us and in Your strong arms we experience mercy and forgiveness. Amen.

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Follow His Lead

by Dan Sands

“Oh that you would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory. Let your hand be with me,

and keep me from the evil one.” And God granted his request.  -- 1 Chronicles 4:9-10

 

Growing up, I was intrigued by people who went into the mission field but never thought it was a calling of mine. I’m very much a homebody and wasn’t interested in traveling.

 

In late 2004, our youth pastor offered a trip to Ecuador for youth and adults. I immediately felt prompted to go and leaned over to my wife and said, “I think I need to do this.” My wife was shocked to hear me say this but wasn’t inclined to argue. Following God’s prompting, I became a part of the church's 2005 Ecuador trip. Through this trip, my passion for Ecuador began.

 

Since then, I’ve been to Ecuador eight times. Over 100 different people from our church have come along and we have seen lives changed -- not only those of the Ecuadorians but also those who went on these trips. I saw God at work countless times during those years.

 

The strange thing about all of this is that God chose me and gave me the passion to continue my relationship with the people in Ecuador. I feel that I was the least likely and the least qualified to lead trips to Ecuador, but God had different plans. I’m so thankful that I listened to God’s prompting and not my own brain. I continue to have a heart for Ecuador and encourage people to go where they feel God is leading them. Trusting God changes our lives.

 

Thank You, Almighty God, for calling us to do more than we ask or think. Help us to follow Your promptings. Amen.

 

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My Earthly Angel

by Tammy Moll

 Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear. -- Isaiah 65:24

 

Several years ago, my younger brother passed away without warning. He did not prepare for this part of life, so it was up to me and three other siblings to bury him. Alan and I contributed a fourth of the cost and he was cremated and laid to rest in West Virginia.

 

The tombstone was not taken care of at that time, so after two years of waiting for my older siblings, Alan and I decided that it was time to mark the spot on this planet that held my brother’s remains. I ordered a simple flat stone to be shipped to the church attached to the cemetery. The church treasurer in West Virginia, Lauren, planned to receive the stone and have it laid. Unfortunately, due to a mix-up in the order, it came to our home in Minnesota instead. The tombstone had already cost more than I planned, and now I would have to pay more than $100 to ship it to the church. After I called and explained to Lauren why the stone was delayed, she volunteered to ask the church to cover the cost of having it installed. They said yes, and paid for the stone to be laid at the gravesite.

 

About a year later, I was in the throes of panic over a troubling issue. The phone rang one day, while I was begging God for help, and it was Lauren. At first, I was worried something had happened to my brother’s stone. But no, she felt a leading from Christ to contact me. He had arranged it so she could pray for and with me. As we talked and prayed, I knew God was watching over me, which helped my soul become settled. I knew He would take care of my problems. 

 

Thank you, Lord, for sending your earthly angels to help care for us when we need your loving and strong arms. -- Amen

 

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A Prayer for Healing

by Alan Moll

The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective. James 5:16

 

     On Feb., 5, 2024, Tammy and I were on vacation at Wisconsin Dells, joined by my son Andrew and his family. All of us were having a wonderful time at the water parks. Our grandchildren spent hours each day in the water, living like fish. However, our enjoyment was marred by several of us having a stubborn cough. My daughter-in-law, Bethany, had it the worst. She had been coughing for several weeks and had recently gotten better. But now she was coughing constantly, making it difficult to have joy or get any sleep. She was ready to go to the doctor.

     The next morning, I was surprised to receive a text from a church member. This person was starting the new year with a prayer calendar – seeking out prayer needs to further the work of God’s Kingdom. She asked how she could pray for me. I told her about the coughing and asked her to pray for everyone’s health. I then informed Bethany that someone was praying for her. That in itself was a step of faith. It would be easier not to mention it, to avoid any disappointment. I was reminded of Mark 9:24, "Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!"

      That evening at supper, Bethany exclaimed, "The prayer worked – I’m no longer a coughing maniac! " And she was right. I couldn’t remember the last time I heard her cough.

       What a joy and blessing – God’s love and grace at work, our church family supporting each other in our daily needs and my immediate family experiencing God’s healing power. In addition, I was humbled by my lack of faith. I will spend more time noticing how God answers prayer.

 

Thank You, heavenly Father, for saying yes to Your people’s prayers. Amen.

 

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Angels Watching Over

by Barb Buer

"For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways” Psalm 91:11

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     In 1995, my husband, Mike, our two young children, and I took a road trip from Atwater, Minn., to Kent, Wash., to visit my mom. We decided to drive through the night the first night so the kids could sleep. We’d stay in a hotel the second night and have a shorter drive on the final day. We left home at 9:00 on Sunday night. 

     On Monday, we were all exhausted. At about 4:00 in the afternoon, an hour from our Montana hotel, all four of us fell asleep. Mike, who was driving, had the van on cruise control. It veered off the freeway and hit an approach in the ditch. This woke us all up -- in midair! As the van sailed through the air, Mike heard his father’s voice say, “Step on it!” His dad had yelled that same instruction to him years before on very icy roads, while Mike was at the wheel and had to take the ditch to avoid hitting another car. On that occasion, he had driven right out of the ditch.

     Mike followed those same orders when the van hit the ground. He accelerated instead of braking and kept the wheels straight. We landed hard but did not flip. He drove about 75 yards before coming to a stop on the shoulder of the freeway. The kids said they were okay and no one had screamed or cried. We were all in shock, but grateful to be in one piece. 

     Mike and I got out of the van to assess the damage. The car-top carrier was gone, and the impact of hitting the ground so hard bent the body of the van. As a result, the sliding back door wouldn’t completely close and latch.

     Almost immediately, out of nowhere, two guys in a pickup truck appeared with our car-top carrier. They said they had watched it fly off the van and picked it up to return it to us. They kindly asked us if we needed any help or if anyone was hurt. We said we were okay and that the van was drivable. We thanked them and they drove on ahead.

     Right after they left, a young woman stopped and jumped out of her car. She said she’d watched the whole thing and just wanted to make sure we were okay. She was very sweet and concerned about us. We thanked her for stopping and told her we were going to go straight to our hotel and hoped to get a good night’s sleep. I remember turning to Mike on our way to the hotel and saying, “I feel like I’ve seen her before.”

     Every time we reflect on that experience, we are humbled and grateful to God for his protection that day. As for the individuals who stopped to help, and the voice in Mike’s head -- we wonder if they were "Good Samaritans" - or possibly guardian angels!

 

Father, thank You for Your guidance and protection all the days of our lives -- Amen.

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A Precious One Rescued from Wandering

by Carolie Carlson

“Jesus Christ) gave himself for our sins to rescue us from the present evil age.”   Galatians 1:4

 

     Last spring, Myron and I were sad to euthanize our 13-year-old Yorkiepoo, Bella. We rescued her 10 years ago. A few weeks later, another rescue dog arrived on the scene. Myron was excited as the dog’s foster mom handed this pathetic-looking creature to me in a parking lot in Worthington. However, I thought this ill-groomed dog was the most unkempt I had ever seen! Even so, Myron convinced me we should give him a chance.

We agreed that we would keep the “Rocco” name of this 2-year-old Yorkiepoo, and decided to give him the middle name “Tony” to thank the gentleman who helped us navigate Petfinders online.

     For many months, Rocco had been running wild at great peril to himself in the small town where he was rescued. As we researched our new canine’s names, we learned “Rocco” means “rest,” and “Tony” means “precious one.”

By now this energetic puppy has won both of our hearts! He loves to cuddle and he loves to play. When it’s too cold to fetch outdoors, our nights see balls flying indoors! Our home is littered with little squeaky balls and stuffed toys he loves to shake.

     His name, “Rocco Tony”, speaks to Myron and me spiritually. It says “Rest from your wandering oh precious ones.” We have found Jesus Christ to be "The Rest" in the face of our wandering. Just as we rescued Rocco and gave him rest from his wandering -- Jesus Christ came to rescue us from our sin-prone nature and the punishment of eternal lostness.

Each one of us is called “Precious One” by the Lord. How grateful we can be that God provided rescue from our wanderings and declares us precious through this Jesus.

 

Thank You, Lord Jesus, for rescuing us and making us precious in Your sight. - Amen

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He Leadeth Me 

by Kari Stadem   04.04.24

"Whether you turn to the right or the left, your ears shall hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it.”    Isaiah 30:21

 

Last summer, my husband Pete and I both felt that our time of visiting different congregations had to come to an end. We had enjoyed almost a year of attending a service at almost every church in Willmar, but we believe we are meant to live out our belonging to the Body of Christ by committing our time, talents, and treasures to one local congregation. We wanted to get involved with a congregation where we could feel that we were pulling in the same direction, and also that we could be useful in that pulling. But where?

 

On July 2, we were in a pew at First Covenant Church as Pastor Chris preached on Deuteronomy 7, where God commands the Israelites to wipe out the other people groups. We were impressed that he didn’t shy away from this difficult passage. In the middle of the sermon, Pastor Chris said something to this effect: “We don’t have a record of God’s faithfulness in the lives of our congregation members -- I would love it if someone would come to me and say, 'Pastor, I will collect these stories and write them down.'” Pete leaned over and put his hand on my knee. We did this - five years ago! Pete and I worked together to collect 137 stories (from 40 different relatives) about his dad’s home farm place. We edited them, put them in a devotional format, and published a book. We know how to help people identify stories of God’s faithfulness, how to make them interesting, how to connect Scripture, and how to edit them for clarity and good English.

 

We made an appointment with Pastor Chris the next morning and told him the above story. He said, “This fills me with hope and joy. I didn’t have that part of the sermon planned. In my notes, I left a blank spot and trusted the Holy Spirit to help me say what He wanted me to say. And this morning, a prayer warrior texted me, affirming the message and wondering what the Lord was going to do with it.” Pastor Chris answered our questions about the congregation, and we went home to pray. Since then, we have become regular attendees at FCC and have been grateful for the staff, the leadership, and the members -- who have welcomed us and encouraged us in our mission of collecting faith stories to inspire other believers and the next generation to trust in the wisdom and goodness of the Lord..

Thank You, heavenly Father, for Your leading in our lives. Help us to do Your work in Your way. Amen.

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Where Two or Three are Gathered

by Carol Solbrack   03.27.24

 “. . . and surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Matthew 28:20

 

     Recently, I noticed the quilted wall hanging on my sewing room wall. The scripture verse on it is “Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there I am with them." (Matthew 18:20) It brought me back to the worst week of my life in January 2000.

On January 2, 2000, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. As I was preparing to go to the Emergency Room for a colonoscopy, my mother phoned and said her heart was racing. We picked her up and all entered Rice Hospital. Mother turned out just fine; my report was not good, and surgery was needed.

     Four days later, my daughter called and we found out our 2-month-old grandson was spitting up blood. The day after that, our other daughter, Cindy, called. Her father-in-law, Grandpa Doug, had suddenly died of a massive heart attack.

Meanwhile, my surgery was scheduled for January 8.

     Our family had done much praying during those days. On that Monday morning our family, along with Pastor Dan Johnson, were gathered in my room. Everyone prayed for successful surgery, healing, and comfort. We felt the Lord's presence and the truth of the scripture there that morning. Jesus was very real.

     Cindy said at one point, “I know God is in control, but I do not understand where His control is taking us.” We all mourned the loss of Doug but knew he was with the Lord, and we would reunite again one day. The University of Minnesota diagnosed baby Wesley with acid reflux, and he is now a healthy young man. My surgery was successful and I am cancer-free.

     I made that wall quilt years before I experienced that troubled week. God’s word was true then, and it is true today.

 

Dear Jesus, thank you that you are with us always. Help us remember your presence and gather in your name. Amen.