Saturday, January 26, 2019

Prison Ministry January 2019




One year ago, I never would have imagined having the privilege of being inside a Correctional facility. I couldn't have imagined the joy of watching God come alive to the precious ladies in those facilities.

Yesterday we had our graduation in the facility where I had spent 4 days. Graduation is always an amazing time of rejoicing, crying, praising and hearing how God has worked in hearts over the week. Some ladies danced down to get their certificates, others just walked, some yelled for joy, one had tears in her eyes. For some this was their first Basic Seminar, for others, this was "old hat". For some, it was the first time they met Jesus as their Savior, some had been walking with Christ for years.

As Faith read Psalm 20 aloud as our closing blessing, tears sprang to my eyes and slowly dripped down my face. The body of Christ is beautiful. Most of those women came from dynamically different backgrounds than my own. Single parent homes, living on the streets, having children out of wedlock, drugs, abuse, both physical and mental, alcohol addiction, and the list can go on.

Looking at the differences between us, what connects us? What makes the fellowship so sweet?

Ephesians 2:14 "For HE is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down the middle wall of partition between us."

Galatians 3:28 "There is neither Here nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus."

January 2019 Prison Ministry Team
(not pictured Tryg Solberg)


Monday, January 14, 2019

When Work Becomes An Idol





Right now, I am sitting at the dining room table with essential oils and ice on my back. I woke up this morning to discover my back was going out. Joy!


As I was hobbling around this morning trying to accomplish a few menial tasks the best I could, I began thinking.


I was trying to fold a load of my brother’s laundry without doing too much bending and then went out to the kitchen which still witnessed the remains of feeding a large family breakfast. I put some items away and turned to Mom asking if one of her pupils was available to unload the dishwasher, so I didn’t have to bend. I was having to ask for help! It isn’t that I mind asking or accepting help and I have asked a young sibling many times to come and help me in an area, but the fact that I was asking because I couldn’t do it myself without pain.


I am not used to feeling unwell. I went through a time last year where I was struggling with energy which we decided had to do a great deal with my thyroid and adrenals. I had already been doing some diet change and with that we coupled with some essential oils. I am thankful to say that my health is much better. However, from an occasional headache (or backache!), I have been blessed with health, but with that I am used to pushing myself.


I have grown up working. From an early age, I was given chores and expected to do them. As I grew older in age and our family grew in size, I was given more and responsibility both on the farm and in the home. From bottle feeding baby calves to putting in a load of laundry, to freezing vegetables, to checking calving cows, to doing dishes, I grew up working and am so thankful for that gift.


I love being at home and serving my family, but I have been convicted lately that work can very easily become an idol to me. I can view “successful” virtuous daughterhood from the spectacles of work. My “success” as a daughter can be based on how much work I can accomplish. If I have a very busy day when I am running around accomplishing a lot of work, and fall into bed exhausted, I can count that as a successful day. I can put such high precedence on work that I will run over people in the process of trying to accomplish a task. What!


I see myself as the invincible daughter! The one able to accomplish anything or die trying! I will push the limits of health or reason to finish a task…for what? For the praise of men? To feel better about me? To be able to add my list of accomplished work to my resume as a prospective wife?


This IS NOT how I should be viewing life! That is not wisdom.


Wisdom is viewing life from God’s perspective. Seeing everything from His vantage point using scripture and listening to the Holy Spirit.


My encouragement today: consider how you view work.


Do you view it as a tool to get attention? Praise?
Is it just apart of your everyday, dull, “Cinderella life”? Something you do because you are told to?
Is it something you do only when your mom pins you down to it?
Is it a joyful part of your fulfillment of God’s will?


See work from God’s perspective. Ask Him to give you heart of service, but a balance of love.


Work for an audience of 1 and 1 only.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

He Makes It Beautiful-Ecclesiastes 3:11







2016 was a hard year for me and my family. It was one of those years that you look at the circumstances and wonder how any good (or beautiful) could come out of it. Nothing looks right. In May of 2016 an epidemic went through our cattle barns where we fed our weaned calves. It was like a respiratory disease like they couldn’t breathe. They would stand there with their heads hanging low and loud labored breathing and there they would stand until it just became too much.


In one horrible week we lost almost half of what we had housed in the barns. It began on a Sunday night and was mostly over by the next Sunday. All during that week, we lived like in a fog. The normal question every morning became “How many died last night?” It was a nightmare. I remember the Tuesday of that week. I had gone to the barn to do my normal chores but headed down to the barns to check on things. We had turned the calves out on clean grass and the healthy were milling around, but then the sick. As I stood there, I looked around at the healthy eating, but looking in the barns there were two or three dead and another heifer, leaned up against the fence that as I looked at her, looked like any moment would be the last.


Our family was unsure of what this was. We had veterinarians and laboratories investigating samples and causes, but nothing. No one knew what this was, no one had ever seen anything like this before and no one knew how to treat it.


The first day after the epidemic began, Mom gathered all of us who were home in the living room, and on our knees we asked God for help and guidance. We asked if there was sin involved, would He reveal it, but it was quiet and the epidemic continued.


Then there was Elsie. Elsie was mine, the treasured calf of my cow Belle. Elsie was weaned and we had put her down in the barns to feed out until she was old enough to be breed. Elsie was the best. She was so much fun. She was my calf, but Dad’s little girl. Elsie could be naughty just to be naughty, but she knew Dad would never lift a finger against her. One day, Dad was down in the barns looking over some calves and he set his coffee cup down in a ledge. Elsie looked at that cup, walked over an flicked that cup off the ledge, knowing full well, she could get away with it. Elsie had quite the personality. She was perfect. 

(Elise at a few hours old)


 Elsie was sick on the second day. I stood there rubbing on her and I told her that everything would be alright, but I couldn’t stop it.


She died Wednesday night. I was asleep, never dreaming what a nightmare my life had just become. The next morning Mom asked to talk with me and I just knew. Sobbing, I ran down the hill to where Belle was peacefully grazing and threw myself onto her. Losing Elsie just ripped me open.

(The last picture I have of my baby)

My other calf Sweet Pea died that Friday. Sweet Pea was a cripple. Her leg had been broken when she was born and I remember that night out in the dark helping bandage her leg. She and her mother were moved to the barn and I bottle fed Sweet Pea for the next few months. However, no amount of bandaging could save her leg and so Sweet Pea learned to move around on 3 ½ legs. Against all odds, Sweet Pea grew. She died at 3 years old.

(Sweet Pea and me the day before she died)




After a very long narrative, I get to this. 




Ecclesiastes 3:11 “He hath made every thing beautiful in His time..”


The epidemic ended. To this day we have no solid answers to why any of that happened. No medical answers ever came back. Nothing.


For me, it was Job test. Job lost his children, his wealth, and his health or no apparent reason. God gave no answers to the righteous Job, He gave no explanations. Job was asked to trust. It was God’s sovereignty.


In the Christian community today, I think we look too much to the judgment side of God. What if we are suffering, it is for reasons of our own doing, our sin. No, go!


Look at David, the man after God’s own heart, exiled into the wilderness through no doing of his own, he is hunted down with the intent to end his life. Was that David’s fault? No, it was God’s sovereignty. 


In life’s nightmares do I see God’s sovereignty? Am I trusting fully in the dark tunnels with no light in sight? Am I leaning fully in the everlasting arms in the valleys? Do I trust that everything and I means everything in my life is beautiful in God’s eyes? I should. Learning to trust my Heavenly Father so fully that I count everything as beautiful…especially the hard stuff.


This is where the Christian life’s rubber meets the road. This is where the world sees the Christian life for what it is…for who we are.


Ecclesiastes 3:11 “He hath made every thing beautiful in His time..”


Trust in that. Be confident in those words. Look to the Father who holds you in the palm of His hand. He will make it all completely beautiful.