August 10, 2005

It's a beautiful August morning!  The temperature is only about 83 degrees, but it will "perk" back up into the 90s by afternoon.  As I sit here in our coach in Longmont, Colorado, I can see the snow-capped Rocky Mountains. What a breathtaking sight!  There is just something about mountains that I love. 

We've been parked at a friend's home for the past week and a half: Roger "Doc" and Donna Jorgenson have kindly allowed us to "camp out" here!  It is so quiet and serene…just what the doctor ordered!  Ha!  Roger was our ophthalmologist for over 20 years, but is now retired and "re-fired," and is busier than ever.  They have spoiled us this past week with delicious home-cooked meals!  What a treat.  The Jorgensons' home is nestled next to a small man-made lake.  Flocks of geese fly over and land about 200 feet from our coach.  When Larry hears all the geese honking, I almost have to tie him down!  He gets that "hunting fever."  Isn't it fun and interesting when the geese know they're in "protected" territory?  We walked out towards the flock of geese, and they just sat there.  It was as if they mocked us by saying, "Aha!  You can't touch us!"  One of the geese had a green tracking device around his neck.  It would have been fun to know where it had started from and how far it had flown.  Roger Jorgenson tells me that when goose hunting season opens, that if the tracked goose is shot down, they will remove the tag, and that will tell them the starting point and end destination of that bird. 

I kind of chuckled.  When we come to Christ, He puts a new "tracker" on our hearts, and we are heading off in a new direction for a new destination.  Prayerfully, if we stay true to God, we will someday wake up in heaven.  Christ will say, "Welcome home!"  That will be a glorious day!  I'm glad I'm "tagged" for heaven, aren't you? 

It's been a busy week for both Larry and me.  Larry attended the 51^st General Council of the Assemblies of God in the mile-high city of Denver, Colorado.  This Council is held every two years, and Larry hasn't missed one since he started attending back in 1961.  Therefore, this was Larry's twenty-second time attending Council!  He really enjoys seeing pastors and
other friends he has known over the years.  A lot of those people are now "silver saints," if you know what I mean!  Time marches on only too quickly, doesn't it?  It's very helpful that everyone wears name tags at these events!

While Larry attended the Council, I stayed back in the coach and worked on ministry business and mail.  I didn't feel up to bucking the 15,000 person crowd.  I certainly didn't want another broken leg-ha! 

Last Friday, we had the unexpected pleasure of meeting with my brother, Jerry Brooks, and his wife Sherry, who pastor a church in Oak Creek, Wisconsin.  They had also attended the General Council meetings in Denver.  He is my second-youngest brother, and is a great pastor.  His church's attendance typically runs over 2,000 people.  It is a great, nicely balanced church.  If you're ever in the Milwaukee, Wisconsin area, I would recommend you visit the Oak Creek Assembly of God Church.  And if you do, I hope you get to meet my brother!

Larry really enjoyed the whole conference and the speakers there.  It's always a treat to be able to "drink in" spiritually-what a refreshing break from "giving out" spiritually!  He came back with a statistic that really pricked our heart-it really challenged us.  Please allow me to share it with you:  Researcher George Barna said that, "While the US population has increased by 15% in the past 15 years, the number of adults who don't attend church has practically doubled to 75 million from 39 million.  This is a whopping 92% increase!  During that time span, the ratio of un-churched Americans has risen to one in three, instead of one in five."  Isn't that sad?  Does that prick your heart, too?  We are building more and larger churches, but only one in five adults are attending, and I wonder how many of those are actually saved.  That's our challenge…to keep on keeping on, share the Gospel, and to do our small part in changing that statistic. 

We'll be leaving tomorrow for Cheyenne, Wyoming, and will then head on to Wheatland, Wyoming.  After that, we'll go back to Cheyenne for services this coming Sunday, August 14. 

We hope that you've had a great week, and again, we pray God's blessings upon you and your loved ones in the coming days!

Gloria

August 3, 2005

We're on the road again!  It sure is quiet in the coach without our two grandchildren, Dante and Myanna.   Now it's just us two again.  I almost forgot what it was like to be alone!  We sure miss those grandkids, and all the giggles and action.  But…I didn't realize how tired we were until they left!  They drew more energy out of us in those two months than I'd realized. 

Last week was intense with getting caught up on office work, as well as getting prepared for this month's tour.  We left Sisseton last Saturday.  Whew-was it ever hot!  We are definitely in the "dog days of summer."  The temperatures have been sweltering up into the high 90s, along with nearly equal humidity.  The high temps have been a real challenge for the bus air conditioners.  Our main front air conditioner quit in the heat of the day.  Ugh!  We had just had it fixed two days earlier.  We'll have to have it looked at again.  Oh well…that's life on the road sometimes!

We had two wonderful services at the Mitchell Wesleyan Church in Mitchell, South Dakota.  The altars were lined with people of all ages making decisions for Christ, and many of them were first-time decisions.  It was a joy to be back in Mitchell with Pastor and Mrs.  Keith Nash!  They are so sweet-spirited and have such a love for God and for their congregation.  Pastor Nash shared with us following the rally, "You truly have an evangelistic heart.  Again on your third visit to our church, you so winsomely invited people to Christ.  We saw many respond to the invitation to trust Christ with their lives.  You are true professionals in the best sense.  I thank God for your ministry to our congregation and community." 

Mary Ann McDonald, a single parent of a five-year-old daughter, got up and testified about how she came to Christ four years ago at a Sunday morning service at that same church.  She bubbled, "I had just gone through a divorce.  I had a small toddler, I was hurting, and that Sunday, when Larry gave the invitation, I gave my heart totally to Christ.  My whole life is changed-it's great!"  Mary Ann is now active in the church.  Testimonies like that are what keep us going and feed our energy levels!  Praise the Lord!

Sunday after the church services, we headed down that long road toward Denver, Colorado.  On the way, we drove through the prairies of South Dakota and Nebraska. It was literally breathtaking!  We took in the sights of rolling hills, rivers, lakes, and the hillsides speckled with an abundance of cattle, sheep, and horses running freely.  The fields proudly displayed crops of wheat, corn and soybeans.  How blessed we are in America!  Near Kimball, Nebraska, there were fields of huge sunflowers swaying in the wind with their faces turned up toward the majestic blue sky.  I wish we could have pulled over to take pictures, but there was too much traffic on the two-lane road.  I just thank the Lord for the special gift of beautiful scenery He gave us that day. 

Monday, August 1:

Uh-oh!  Right now as I'm writing and we are traveling along, the "check-engine" light came on, and the coach shut down.  Larry just went out to find out what is wrong.  The prognosis is that the coach is overheating due to the 100 degree temperature.  It has an automatic shutoff when the engine gets too hot.  So here we are, sitting near Cheyenne, Wyoming, waiting for the engine temperature to go down to a safe level.  We'll have to inch our way to a truck stop in Cheyenne to see what to do next.

Four hours later:

Wow!  God is good.  Just as we wondered what we were going to do, a big thunderstorm raced through and dumped a quick rain on us.  It cooled the temperature down about 10 degrees.  It was just enough to keep the engine cool, so we are now continuing on to Longmont, Colorado. 

Tuesday morning, August 2: 

We safely made it to Longmont, Colorado.  We will park here while Larry drives to the General Council Annual Conference of the Assemblies of God, being held in Denver.  I will stay here in the coach, as at this time, I am not up to walking through a crowd of at least 15,000 people with my leg still healing. 

Medical Update:

On Monday, I had the best day so far since my injury!  I had less pain than I had previously been experiencing.  What a joy to me, my body, and my brain!  Ha!  Unfortunately, by nighttime I am more uncomfortable, so I was rubbing my leg and foot to console the injury site.  I told Larry that I could literally feel the steel plate they put in the right side of my leg.  He felt it and then was a little squeamish about it being so "touchable."  I chuckled, "Hey, Larry-now I know how to camouflage that scar on the right side of my leg.  I'll take my refrigerator magnets and stick them on.  They should adhere nicely to the steel right inside my leg.  That will draw attention, won't it?  Ha!"  Larry laughed, "Only you would think of that."

The Bible says, "A merry hearth doeth good like a medicine."  Larry and I tend to laugh a lot.  We choose to find the light side of life, as it de-stresses us, improves our attitude, and gives us a better outlook on life.  God wants us to be happy.  That's not always possible with certain situations, but we work hard at finding the good in whatever happens to us.  It helps to carry us through the rough times in life. 

Well, it is time again to close.  It's my prayer you'll find joy and laughter today and every day in this coming week!

Gloria

July 27, 2005

Praise the Lord!  What a beautiful, refreshing day!  Three days ago it was 97 degrees, along with equal humidity.  I felt like we were living in the bayous of Louisiana!  Then a storm blew through, and the temperature went all the way down to 47 degrees overnight.  What a change!  But it was a pleasant change, allowing us to cool off again before the big heat surge returns.  There's a saying in South Dakota: "If you don't like the weather, stick around a few hours, and it will change."  How very true!  It seems the weather patterns are changing-sounds a bit like scripture's references to the last days, doesn't it?

Yesterday, I went to my last therapy treatment here in Sisseton.  My therapist, Kelli, said, "Gloria, you have really advanced this past month.  I'm amazed at how well you are doing, for what you went through."  Of course, we know it's due to the prayers of family and friends.  I'm also rejoicing that my wound is finally beginning to heal!  There's just a small spot left, which I believe will heal in the next couple weeks.  Then I can start my water therapy in a pool, whenever and wherever possible.  The pool therapy will help aid in increasing the mobility of my right foot.  From the next month on, I will be doing "Gloria's home-spun therapy sessions," as we will be on the road.  My cane is still coming in very handy, but I'm using it less and less all the time.

Monday, Larry and I took Dante and Myanna to Alexandria, Minnesota, to be reunited with their mom.  They have been with us for two months, and needless to say, there wasn't a dull moment!  They definitely didn't give us time to rest-ha!  Children have a way of keeping everything and everybody jumping.  Larry and I would be busy in our home office all day, but when 7 or 8 pm hit, they'd chant: "Ok, it's game time!"  Out came the "Sorry" game and the card games, as well as the infamous root beer floats for refreshment.  After the treats, it was wrestling time with Grandpa.  I'd snuggle in my "safe" chair to watch and hear the squeals, grunts, groans, and giggles.  Thank God I had a broken leg so I didn't have to get in the middle of that-or I would have had two broken legs!  Once they'd survived the wrestling, they would come up to my bedroom for quiet time and backrubs from Grandma before they finally went to sleep.  I chuckled every night to see Larry drag himself up the steps to bed.  He was so worn out from wrestling that he would collapse and be snoring in five minutes.

When we got up this morning, it was kind of emotional.  There were no morning hugs from the grandkids, with a breakfast chat and devotions together.  There was no one asking every hour on the hour, for something to eat or snack on.  No more dolls, playing house, and doll paraphernalia all over the place.  There were no more Lego ships or planes that Dante puts together-just the dust left over.  What a great privilege we as grandparents have to be a part of our grandkids lives!  We pray that we can make an impact on their lives for all eternity.

Speaking of dust…if you looked up the definition of dust in the dictionary, it would show a picture of my house.  It has been totally neglected for months during my convalescent time.  I sure could use a good spring, summer, and fall housecleaning all at one time!  Oh well.  When I get anxious or frustrated about my messy, disorderly house, my mom says, "Missy, don't worry about it.  The messes are not going to go away-they will still be there waiting for you!"  I chuckled, "Thanks, Mom.  Just the encouragement I wanted to hear!"

Last weekend, we ministered in Brookings, South Dakota, which is only about 85 miles from our home.  We had a wonderful service at the Assembly of God church, and a precious altar call.  It's always exciting to see what God does if we are willing to be an open vessel, used of God. 

We are busy getting ready for a month-long tour to Colorado and Wyoming.  Today, Larry was frantically working on getting Freon in the coach.  There was a crack in the hose fitting, so we had to get that fixed first.  There is no way we could survive in the coach without good air conditioning when the temperatures are in the 90s.  I really rejoiced when he came in and hollered, "Honey, the air conditioning is fixed!"  Those were sweet, cool words to my ears!

I've been keeping busy with partner mail, lots of ministry business, and writing-all jobs that I can do from my "easy" chair.  My head works-but I'm still struggling with my strength and energy level.  I continue to feel as though somebody has "knocked the wind out of me."  Four months ago my doctors said, "Some morning you'll wake up and say 'Wow, I feel great'."  Well, so far, that morning hasn't arrived-but I trust that with God, it will arrive soon. 

I'm sure you have some of those days also, when your body, mind and emotions are under attack.  We all face that from time to time.  It's at those times that I go to Psalms and begin reading through David's "journals."  I'm encouraged to know that even David, God's anointed, had lots of those days, but he always went back to praising God despite the circumstances!  That is what I try to concentrate on.  David said in the Psalms, "I will praise Him at all times.  His praise will continually be in my mouth."  When I pray and praise Him, God lifts me up and I feel His added strength and joy.  Let me encourage you, if you have one of those days, to go to Psalms and begin to just praise the Lord. 

Well, friend, I have got to get back to work.  Please have a great week!  Know that God loves you and Larry and I do, too. 

Gloria

July 20, 2005

What a beautiful day!  We had a cool front moving through South Dakota earlier this week.  It had been in the mid-90s, but cooled down for a day or two with mid-day temperatures in the lower 80s.  In fact, it was down to the low 60s the other night, and was it ever refreshing to open the windows and let the cool breeze flow through!  It was so good to let the air-conditioner get a much-needed break.  The temperature is supposed to hit the high 90s again today, so I'd better brace myself for it.

It has been another busy week of office work.  Larry and I work out of our home office while we're in Sisseton, and the three phone lines have been ringing nonstop!  It's a good thing we have Dante and Myanna to serve as our "personal secretaries" by answering that third phone line.  Larry is busy scheduling out the rest of 2006.  This morning as we were going over the schedule, I said, "Hold it!  Slow down…I can't think 12 to 14 months ahead right now-I'm just trying to make it through today."  Larry just chuckled!

Last Saturday, we had the opportunity and pleasure to take in a family reunion on my father's side.  There were 13 children in his family, and because of that there are relatives spread out from coast to coast like the sands of the seas.  Out of the 13 children, I have two living aunts, Dorothy Burleson and Bonnie Hacker.  They are in their mid-80s and are so full of life and spunk!  In fact, they are talking about going on a cruise!  Isn't it great to see such a zest for life at that age?  My aunt Dorothy and her family used to live only 12 miles from us when I was a pre-teen.  Their family spiritually encouraged our family.  I've never forgotten their kindness and the impact they made on our lives.  The people who lead us to the Lord, or who mentor us, will always have a special place in our hearts, won't they? 

In the course of the day during the reunion, we reminisced about all the family members who have gone on before us.  I was reminded of what my pastor, Rev. B. C. Heinze, told me when I was about eight years old.  I was in his office, and was mesmerized by the picture on the wall depicting heaven.  I was full of questions, and wanted to know all about this place: who goes there, what all if it is like, and so on.  I told him I wanted to go there, too.  He looked at me with that twinkle in his eye and said, "Gloria, the longer you live, the more loved ones you have on the other side."  As a child, I didn't know what that statement meant, because everyone that I knew and loved was right here on earth.  But as the past 50 years have evaporated, I realized the profound truth in that statement, because Larry and I have countless loved ones who have gone on to heaven.  And speaking of family reunions, heaven will be the ultimate family reunion!  It is there that we will be reunited with our loved ones.  Can you imagine the excitement of running from loved one to loved one? I would think there would be so many hugs and embraces!  I can hardly wait to see my grandmas, grandpas, dad, brother, and of course and especially, my sister that I never met.  She died when she was just a week old and would have been about four years older than me.  I often joke by saying that when I see her, I'm going to ask her why she left me to fend for myself amongst those 10 brothers!  Ha!  Then I'll brag about how I survived them all.  Anyway, the reunion was great fun, and Dante and Myanna enjoyed meeting lots more of their relatives. 

Medical Update: 

Today I went for physical therapy again.  It's definitely getting more intense with each session, but it is a necessary intensity--and it's helping.  My balance is getting better, though my pain is still out of control.  Thank God that He is my strength and my tower.  When the pain gets really intense, I call on Jesus and ask Him for strength and endurance.  Myanna saw me wobbling around last night, and she said, "Grandma, I wish you didn't break your leg!"  I chuckled, "Me too!"  She and Dante miss having this Grandma taking walks, skipping, jumping and running with them.  I told her that next year, I will be able to walk fast.  Her big brown eyes sparkled.  She gave me a big hug and said, "Good."

Our dear friend, Russ Frink of Hill City SD, built me a couple of therapy boards so I can take them on the road to keep my exercises going.  Thank you, Russ!  You'll never know what a blessing you have been to me. 

This summer on tour, we have had the privilege of seeing friends we haven't had the chance to see in many years.  In Baraboo, Wisconsin, we were reunited with Dave and Roxanne Biffert.  What a precious family!  They invited us over for a delicious steak grill-out.  We had a great time of fellowship with them and their family.  After the evening service on Sunday, Roxanne handed me a note, and I'd like to share it with you.  It is notes like this that keeps our sights set on what we are called to do, which is to win the lost, and encourage the hurting, struggling families.  Here's the note: 

Dear Gloria,

Almost two decades ago, you and Larry literally rolled into Baraboo at a time when we needed God's wisdom and healing for our family.  As your bus turned in at the stoplight, just seeing the Lundstrom lettering on the side brought a sense of calm to my troubled soul.  You so ministered to our family.  Now, many years later, your ministry has rekindled personal family commitments to Christ and first-time decisions for the special friends in our lives. 

"Yesterday, today and forever," your ministry has not wavered.  May the Lord continue to bless your family with wisdom and compassion as you continue your journey to reach the lost for the next decade. 

David and Roxanne Biffert

Baraboo WI

We are so thrilled with what God did in that family! 

Well, again, it has been fun sharing another week of our life on the road with you.  Thanks for being a part of our ministry family!  You are all such a blessing to us.  Have a great week!

Gloria

July 13, 2005

Here it is, mid-July…and it's hotter than it was last week!  We just arrived back in Sisseton after a nearly one-thousand-mile trek out to Baraboo, Wisconsin and back, for weekend services.  Halfway there, we stopped in Minneapolis and dropped off Dante and Myanna at their house for four days.  The kids and their mom were all so anxious to see each other!  LaDawn is the manager over four Verizon Wireless kiosks in four different Circuit City locations in the Minneapolis area.  Needless to say, she is a very busy single parent and always seems to be on the run.  She deeply appreciates having Grandma and Grandpa take the kids on the road with us so she doesn't have to worry about them.  After their hugs and hellos, the kids ran to the garage and away they went on their scooters.  I was thinking, that's exactly what I need: a scooter!  I could rest the broken foot on the scooter and propel myself with my left good foot.  But then again, it could all go wrong, and I'd just break my other foot!  Ha!  I think I'll be content just to limp along instead.

I can't tell you how good it feels to wear tennis shoes after being in either a cast or boot for over three-and-a-half months.  It is a real experience when I try to stand up-I have to pause and take a big breath as I put pressure on the broken foot.  My foot is in indecision as to what it should do or wants to do.  As I put pressure on it, it feels like it's a drawbridge going through all the gears!  It finally finds a groove to rest in, and then comes the challenge of making the foot work together with the plate and eight screws that are in it.  The hardware and I are in total agreement: we don't like each other invading the "territory" in my foot.  It feels like the hardware needs some WD-40 to get it moving.  But, praise God, it is slowly coming along!  After being on the foot a bit, it swells out of the shoe, so I then have to elevate it again to get that swelling down.  The long trip to Wisconsin in a vehicle was a real test for this foot-and it didn't pass!  Ha!  I was more than overjoyed to get home once again.

The trip was long, but oh so worth it, when we saw the altar filled both Sunday morning and evening at the Baraboo Assembly of God Church.  The church is pastored by Mike Dotson.  18 people rededicated their lives to the Lord, and six made first time decisions.  On Sunday morning, there were two young couples with their newborn babies that came forward to accept Christ.  That thrills our hearts!  There were young people, college students, seniors, and all other ages that responded to the Lord at the altar calls.  Many came up to us after the service and said, "Oh, we prayed so long for our loved one to find Christ, and today was the day it finally happened."  Those tears of joy are recorded in heaven!  That's truly what keeps us going.

On our way back to Minneapolis to pick up Dante and Myanna, we got caught in a traffic jam for over an hour, due to an accident on the road.  When we see something like that happening, we are so grateful for God's hand of mercy, protection, and safety.   Thinking of how we have traveled for 40 years coast-to-coast, as well as overseas, reinforces to us that God has answered our prayers for protection.  I'm always reminded about my mother's favorite picture.  It is the one of the little girl crossing a bridge, and an angel is watching over her to protect her from falling.  The caption reads, "And God will give His angels charge over thee."  When we travel continuously, we pray before each trip that God will give His angels charge over us, to protect us from any impending accidents.  And He has done it!  He is so faithful.  I also try to remind myself to pray daily and thank God for all the things that could have happened to us that we will never know about, due to His hand of protection.  Isn't God good?

We also thank all of you, our friends, family, and partners, who write and tell us that they faithfully pray for us each day.  What a comfort that is to us!  It is our prayer this week that you will sense God's presence with you every moment of every day.  May you be blessed, have a great week, and keep cool!

Gloria

                                                                                      
Here, Gloria is singing and running sound from her "high chair."  The chair was given to her by the Assembly of God church in Metairie, LA right after the accident.  They said they wanted to be sure to keep her on the road ministering, and they hoped that the chair would help.  And it DOES!

July 6, 2005

Woo-hoo…I just came back from my physical therapy!  I call it my "huff and puff" class.  I do one hour of intense therapy, which seems to be what it's going to take to get me up and moving again.  When I finished, I wanted to put in my request for ice-cold lemonade, fresh-baked brownies, and a hammock in which to take a leisure nap.  Well, so much for dreamin'!  Our office work is piled up from the long holiday weekend, and Larry is busy booking services for the summer of 2006.  That seems a long way off, but we live our lives booked one to two years ahead.  It simply has to be done that way in evangelism.

Last Saturday, we drove to Freeport, Minnesota, which is a small community nestled among the lakes and trees.  We held a Sunday morning service.  Of course, because was the 4^th of July weekend, we should have had a pontoon service on the lake, as that's where most people flock to for the holiday weekend.  Despite the mass exodus, we had 15 people give their hearts to Christ.  Five of them made first-time decisions!  One couple had recently moved from Idaho to Minnesota.  They invited their mother to come with them to the service, and they all three received Christ for the first time.  The joy on their faces was worth the journey over there!  We drove back to Sisseton on Sunday night. 

On Monday, the 4^th of July, we took our grandchildren Dante and Myanna with us out to my brother's camper at a nearby lake.  About 25 members of my family, including my mother, were there.  It was so much fun!  Due to being on the road about ten months out of the year, we miss so many holidays with the family, so this truly was a treat.  My brother had jet-skis, a pontoon, a four-wheeler, and of course, lots of fireworks, so no one was bored!  Dante and Myanna had been waiting for that moment to light off their fireworks!  Thank God they still have all their fingers.  This Gramma gets nervous about fireworks, you know.  I get nervous because their mother is nervous, and I am responsible for them right now. 

Larry turned 62 last week, but he was gone on his special day, so the grandkids and I gave Larry our own party when he returned.  For years, Dante has always made a big birthday poster for his Grandpa, but this year, Myanna did it.  She also made her Grandpa her own card all by herself, and when he opened it, I almost cried!  When she was born almost seven years ago, Grandpa Larry had brought red roses for her.  Her mommy had shown her those photos time and time again, and we never realized what an impact that had on her, until we saw what she had printed on his birthday card.  I just have to share it with you-check out the photo.

We never know the impact we have on lives.  That's why it is so important to touch lives daily, and let people see God through us.  Yesterday we received an email from a single parent that our daughter, LaDawn, had encouraged and ministered to nearly seven years ago.  After sharing Christ with this friend for months, LaDawn asked her Dad when we were visiting there to show her friend his simple, three-point Gospel message.  After Larry presented it, he asked this friend if she would like to receive Christ, and she responded, "Yes."  I'll never forget us joining hands and praying.  LaDawn then later moved, and the two lost contact with each other.  Now, nearly seven years later, this friend has located us again--evidently through the internet-and she thanked us for leading her to Christ.  She shared how different her life has been since that moment she prayed.  Those are what we call impact moments that can last for all eternity.  There's someone lost who lives next-door to you, or maybe is by your side at your job, that is waiting for someone to share the Good News with them.  The Bible says, "Go ye into all the world, and spread the Gospel to every creature."  The word ye indicates each one of us, not just those that are in formal ministry.  Our every day world has people who are lost and are longing to find Christ.  Take the challenge-and leave an eternal impact.

Well, now for a medical update and praise report.  On Tuesday, July 5^th, we drove to Fargo, North Dakota to see Dr. Johnson, my orthopedic doctor.  We were more than anxious to see how the bones were healing, as there hadn't been any significant changes since surgery.  Yesterday, he showed us the x-ray: the bones are 90 percent healed, and look good!  That made me shout!  Thanks so much for your prayers.  After my "outburst" of joy, the doctor added, "Due to the traumatic break, it looks like you have a streak of bad arthritis in that foot that is going to cause you lots of pain.  You won't be able to run, jump or jog."  Well, at my age, I'll be very happy just to be able to walk.  I don't have much desire to jump and jog anyway-that's just too much huff and puff.  Ha!  I do believe that God will give me more healing than the doctors think possible. 

I am still dealing with that little open wound.  The doctors don't understand why it doesn't heal, so they are putting me back on antibiotics.  Please pray that this wound will heal once and for all.  Thanks! 

After our doctor appointment, we stopped to visit our dear friends Mack and Connie Thomas in Fargo, ND.  Mack has been a real trouper, and he and his wife have been such a testimony to so many people through his battle with cancer.  Mack used to play steel guitar for the Lundstroms.  His pain has definitely been his pulpit, and he continues to touch many lives.

Well, again it has been fun talking to you.  Thanks for joining me each week.  It is fun to stay connected like this!  May you have a great week, and may you feel Christ ever so real in your life.  God bless you!

Gloria

Gloria

Wow-summer has arrived!  And not only summer…but the heat for us to simmer in, also.  It's close to 90 degrees today, but I won't complain, as I heard it will be 113 degrees in Phoenix, Arizona.  We have a lot of friends and partners that live down there, and I don't know how they survive the summers.  But then again, they don't understand how we survive the South Dakota winters! 

It has been a joy to be working this past month in the beautiful Black Hills.  Even more important than the natural beauty, it has been thrilling to see so many people come to Christ.  Last Sunday, on Father's Day, we ministered in Belle Fourche, SD, at Christian Life Center.  What an action-packed day!  We had 8:00 am, 10:30 am, and 6:00 pm services.  At the end of each service, the altar was lined with people responding to receive Christ or to rededicate their lives to Him.  There were families, couples, singles, and seniors amongst all those that made decisions.  We had 16 first-time commitments, as well as many rededications.  There were numerous testimonies of what God did, but I just had to share this one:

Larry and I ministered on family relationships and forgiveness.  When Larry gave the altar call at the 8:00 service, a rancher and his wife who were up in years raised their hands, stood, and came forward to pray.  Little did we know that the church had been praying for them for years.  They prayed the sinner's prayer and then we had designated counselors counsel them.  Wouldn't you know that the counselor they happened to receive was their grandson,  Aaron.  Wow-what a tear-jerker to see Aaron sharing the "Steps to Peace with God" with his grandparents!  It was truly an unforgettable Father's Day for that family.  There were also four to six seniors in their 70s and 80s that got saved for the first time.  We needed boxes of tissues to hand out to those observing the prodigals who found their way home on Father's day.

Last Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday (June 14-16), we held rallies in a school auditorium in Hill City, SD.  Though the crowds were smaller than we'd hoped, the decisions that God ordained in the lives of those who attended was precious.  The first night when Larry gave the altar call, several young teens came forward to rededicate their lives.  I noticed that among them was our grandson Dante.  He went forward to refresh his commitment to Christ!  The greatest joy for any parent or grandparent is to see our loved ones respond to an altar call.  Dante left for a Bible camp on near Sturgis, SD on Monday.  He has met so many kids out here, and so we were thrilled that he could go with them to camp.  Myanna wondered why she couldn't go, but I told her I needed her to "help take care of Grandma."  She's my "runner" to fetch things that I need!  It is such a joy to have her with us.

Last Friday, I had physical therapy in Rapid City again.  I've been going two to three times a week this past month.  On the way, we dropped Dante and Myanna off at the water slide park.  We had driven by five times a week, back and forth from therapy and doctor appointments.  Each time they would "ooh" and "aah" and plead!  So we told them that because they've been so good to help us set up, tear down, and so on, this would be their treat.  Needless to say, they had five fun-filled hours on the water slides!  When they came out, they were starved, so they ate and ate and ate.  They had a great time! 

Meanwhile, I did my physical therapy.  My therapist, David, looked at my wound again and agreed that this should have been healed two months ago.  We decided the next step was to get into a wound-care clinic where they work with wounds that have difficulty healing.  We rushed right over to the wound-care clinic and were told there was no way we could get in for many days because of the full schedule and all the red tape to get through.  But, Larry pleaded with them to please just look at the wound to see if we needed to pursue follow-up at a wound-clinic somewhere else.  They graciously complied, looked at my wound, and agreed that I needed it attended to immediately.  They then reached my doctors at Regional Hospital where I was two weeks ago in the emergency room, and through one little miracle after another, I was in a treatment room in less than an hour!  They scraped and cleaned out the wound, which wasn't exactly a whole lot of fun.  They redressed it and put on a soft bandage-cast from my toes to my knee.  So I'm "all wrapped up" once again!  They are trying to pull the blood up for circulation to get the swelling down in my foot and leg.  Prayerfully, the blood flow will help the wound to finally heal.  I'm trusting God for good news when I go to the clinic again tomorrow.

Myanna looked at my leg all wrapped up again and asked what the doctors had done.  I explained the procedure to her.  She wrinkled her nose and said, "Ooh!"  I told her it was important to get all the bad stuff out so the wound can heal.  She responded, "Oh…okay!"  I thought about that.  Many of us have been hurt and wounded, and not by ladders, but by unkind words, false accusations, and un-forgiveness.  If we allow the infection of hurt, pain, and disappointments of life to fester, the deeper the wound and the uglier the scar will be.  I know, because I've been guilty of it myself.  But God kept prompting me to give it up, clean out my heart, and let it heal.  It wasn't easy-I had to choose to forgive the person and let go of the hurt.  Colossians 3:13 says, "Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another…if any man have a quarrel against any, even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye."  That pretty much says it in black and white!  I certainly didn't feel like forgiving, but I had to choose to.  At last I surrendered and said, "God, I give it to You.  I can't handle the pain of this offense anymore."   When I finally gave it to God, He began the healing process.  Then the peace of God began to rule in my heart again.  What a relief and joy!

Well, I must go.  I have to go to a doctor appointment, and after that, Myanna and I are going to attempt to do our laundry that has been piled up for two weeks!  Our schedule has been so full that we simply haven't had time to do it.  I was happy that LaDawn sent lots of clothes along for the kids.  She thought ahead, because she knows I have a hard time getting around.  But now…everything's dirty, so off to work we go!  Myanna is certainly Grandma's good helper.

Have a great week, and enjoy all the good moments God gives you!  We'll talk again next week.

Gloria

Hi!  I can hardly believe another week has already flown by.  It seems that every time I blink, the "On the Road" report is due again!  We are still in Keystone, South Dakota, and will be based out of here for nearly one-and-a-half more weeks.  It has been pouring rain almost every day for two weeks now.  No one here is complaining except the tourists, because this area of SD has been in a severe drought for nearly five years.  In the prairie land, we all count on the crops of the land developing and cattle being able to graze, so the recent rains are an answer to many farmers' prayers. 

Remember the infamous leaking vent on top of the coach?  The one that Larry was working on February 28, the day of the ladder accident?  Well, guess what-it's leaking yet again.  What a low blow that is!  I have a container in the aisle to catch the "running creek"-ha!  Larry will have to get someone up there to repair it, as I'm not letting him get up on top of the coach again-and I am staying far away from ladders!!  I have had many friends write and tell me that every time they use a ladder now, they are much more cautious and are reminded to pray for me.  That is so sweet, because I still need all the prayer I can get. 

I've had kind of a roller-coaster medical week again.  Last week, I told you that my therapist rushed me over to the Rapid City Regional Hospital's emergency room, because of a probable infection in my wound.  At the time, they were very, very concerned that I might also have infection in the bone.  They took a blood culture-and praise the Lord, the test results came back okay!  I'm still on the antibiotic, and need more procedures to care for the sensitive wound.  If it doesn't get better in the next two days, it has been recommended that I seek care at a wound center.  I am believing for healing before that happens.  I really do count on your continued prayers for the unbearable pain I have throughout my entire body, due to the trauma from the injury.  The pain seems to continually get worse by the day, and I'm trusting for a miracle from God.

The good news is that I took my first walk with no crutches last Friday! I walked about 150 feet, from the coach to the motel room.  I was so intense in my "solo run," that I didn't notice Larry standing in the doorway of the motel room.  He hollered out, "Well, look at you!  You're walking!  I'm proud of you."  He was so excited that you would've thought I was a horse coming in first in a race.  Well, I wasn't in "full trot"-I was literally inching my way along-but it gave me confidence that I could start to do it on my own.  Three-and-a-half months without walking was a long time!

Last Saturday, we drove from Keystone to Sturgis, SD, the home of the annual world-renowned Harley Davidson Motorcycle Rally.  On the way, Larry stopped for about a half-hour at Mount Rushmore to show Myanna the four faces of the presidents.  She had never seen them, and was in awe of how big their noses were!  Dante had been there previously when he'd traveled with us.  As we travel throughout the country, people are always asking where we are from.  Larry always answers, "South Dakota-have you ever heard of our famous rock group?"  They are always kind of taken aback and look at him confusedly.  Then he grins and says, "It's Mount Rushmore, the four 'rock faces'."  They usually blush, and then chuckle.  You never do know what that Larry is going to come up with next!

Anyway, back to Sturgis.  We came to have a different type of a rally, and that was a soul-winning rally! We met in a school auditorium on Sunday morning, June 12, and 13 people made decisions for Christ.  It was such a sweet service.  One couple approached me as they were leaving the school and said, "Thank you, Gloria, for your time of ministry this morning.  You really encouraged us!  You'll never know how much we needed hope to push on."  We were also privileged to have a youth group from Beulah, North Dakota, assist us in putting out flyers during the week, which helped bring in more visitors.  The group is from the Assembly of God church in Beulah, which is pastored by Rev. Enget.  That youth group also held a Vacation Bible School for the community children and helped out the local church in Sturgis by painting and doing other useful jobs.  On Sunday morning, they performed a human video and also provided the counseling for people responding to the altar call.  It's so great to see young people invest their lives, time and effort to go out and minister where needed!

This coming Sunday, which is Father's Day, we'll be ministering in Belle Fourche, SD.  As always, I can't help but think about my father, who passed away five years ago at the age of 87.  We really miss him!  Since I am the only daughter amongst 10 sons, I always told my dad that "I would always be his little girl."  The last time I saw him alive was about six weeks before he died.  As usual, before I left, I told him that I loved him and gave him a big bear hug and kiss. He was usually a bit stingy with his hugs in return, but would ultimately give me a big, quick squeeze-of-a-hug.  This time it was as if he knew it was his last chance on earth to hug me-for he lingered and held me like he never had before.  I just melted in his arms.  I felt like I was a little girl again being held securely by her daddy. 

I've held the memory of that last intimate embrace from my daddy close to my heart.  I had just spoken to my dad a few hours before he died suddenly from a massive heart attack, and as I always did, I ended the phone conversation by telling him that I loved him.  I'm so glad that everything was great between us at his passing.  I have no regrets of unsaid words or unresolved conflict.  What a wonderful way to have ended our earthly relationship! If your father is still alive, take the opportunity this Father's Day to call him or go visit him.  Tell him that you love him and give him a big hug, for you never know when he may take his last breath, or when you will!  Be sure to "clean the slate" and offer forgiveness if there are any unresolved problems between the two of you.  You'll be so glad you did, and then you will have no regrets!  Make this a wonderful, unforgettable Father's Day.

Well, I must run--literally, it's time to hit the road!  We'll talk again next week.  God bless you!

Gloria

Hello from the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota!  It's a gorgeous June day, with a temperature of about 78 degrees.  The sky is filled with sunshine, and south breezes are blowing through the pine trees.  I just love pines! 

We are parked in Keystone, SD, at an RV campground owned by some dear friends of ours.  They are graciously letting us park here for three weeks as we drive here and there throughout the Hills for our ministry rallies.  We have a busy schedule ahead of us, but it's so nice not to be parked on concrete or pavement for a change.  From where our coach sits, we can see the side profile of one of America's greatest wonders: Mount Rushmore.  The monument is three miles from here, but the presidents' huge stone profiles can easily be seen. Many years ago when we traveled with Lowell  and Connie Lundstrom, we filmed a  television special called "Moving through Dakota Country," and wedid some scenes by Mount Rushmore.   All of our children were little at the time-now they've moved on with their own lives. 

Speaking of children, we made our "annual pick-up" last Friday night in Sioux Falls, SD.  We picked up our two grandchildren: Dante, age 12, and Myanna, who is almost seven years old.  We've been taking Dante on the road with us every summer since he was a two- or three-year-old toddler.  Instead of traveling with us, Myanna usually comes to stay in Sisseton when we are at home there.  She loves to play house, and there's more room to play there than there is in the coach.  But last year, she decided to join us on the road.  She loves all the action out here! 

With my injury, I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle the grandkids.  I knew I would have to have much more help from Larry, so I left the decision up to him.  Without hesitation, he said, "Yes, I want them to come-I'll fill in for you."  So now Larry has me to take care of-plus overseeing the two grandchildren, in addition to all his ministry responsibilities. 

Right now as I'm writing this, Larry is "up to his neck" in bus repair projects.  He's working on the speedometer and the jake brake, which is crucial to have working for the steep hills around here.  Anyway, that's his challenge for today.  This coach is almost 16 years old, so as they say, "The honeymoon is over."  Now it is just fix, fix, fix! 

Last Saturday, we drove to Spearfish, South Dakota.  It's a beautiful little community nestled in the northern Black Hills, and is the home of the first Passion Play ever to be presented outdoors.  The Passion Play has been going on for 66 years now. 

We set up our equipment at Calvary Temple Assembly of God, and that was when our grandchildren came in handy!  They helped their Grandpa do the work of hauling in the equipment.  That's certainly a plus for Grandpa!  Sunday we had two morning services as well as an evening rally.  The pastor's son, who normally plays the drums for the worship, was on vacation, so the worship leader, Lynn, asked Dante to drum.  And he did!  He did a good job, too.  He's been working on the drums for about seven years.  His mother, LaDawn, is also a drummer, so it seems to come naturally for him. 

In all, we had three precious services, and 23 decisions were made for Christ.  There were also several who came forward to rededicate their lives to the Lord.  Some of those had once served God, but through all the trials and struggles of life, just got lost in the shuffle.  It is so dear to our hearts to see prodigals "come home."  There were many tearful reunions at the altar!

The Bible tells the story of the 100 sheep-99 accounted for, and one who was lost.  Jesus certainly loved all of them that were safe and sound with their shepherd.  But He was even more concerned about the one lost sheep which had gone astray.  I'm sure it wasn't intentional; the sheep just nibbled his way away from the shepherd and the rest of the flock.  Even so, there are many people today who, like that lost sheep, have just gotten caught up into the craziness of life and have "nibbled" their way away from the Heavenly Father.  Once you know Christ, you're never a happy sinner.  There's always a painful emptiness and a void that only Jesus can fill.  So when we see lost sheep coming home, we are so thrilled!

Tuesday, June 7: Medical update

As you know from last week, I completed a month of physical therapy in Sisseton.  At my last appointment, my therapist noticed what looked like an infection in my wound.  Until now, the wound has done extremely well in its healing journey.  My doctor put me on an antibiotic, which I have been taking for the past five days.  Unfortunately, the wound site just wasn't looking any better, and my foot and leg had begun to swell.  The pain has been out of control these past two days. 

I was scheduled to start my month of therapy at the Regional Hospital in Rapid City this afternoon.  When my new therapist, David, looked at my wound and swollen foot, he immediately called over to the Emergency Room and told them he was bringing me in right away.  Thus, the next three-and-a-half hours were spent in a treatment room doing an ultrasound to rule out a blood clot, a blood test to check my white blood cell count, and a blood culture to be sure I don't have infection in my bones.  A bone infection would create a panic of problems that could potentially be very dangerous.  As I lay on that table, I kept praying, "God, please have mercy on me.  I need your touch, and I need good reports." 

Hours later, the doctor came in and said, "The gods are with you [whatever she meant by that]--your ultrasound is good, showing no sign of blood clots.  Your white blood count is also good.  Now we'll have to wait three days for the results of the blood culture to make sure there's no infection in the bones."  They re-wrapped my wound, gave me more medicine and pain medicine, and instructed me to keep off my feet as much as possible.  I also must keep that leg elevated to try to relieve the extreme swelling. 

So, we just got back to our coach in Keystone where we are parked, and I thank God for the good reports.  I am believing and praying that the antibiotic will kill this infection so I can continue on my journey back to good health.  I really count on your prayers more than you'll ever know.  I truly am in need of a touch from the Lord.  Thanks again!

It's been so fun talking with you, as always, and we'll touch base again next week.

Gloria

    This is Angela Nible with her husband and children.  She is the childrens pastor at Calvary Temple in Spearfish.  She commented, "Gloria, you made a great impact on my life way back at Trinity Bible College in Ellendale, ND, many years ago.  You spoke to all of us college girls.  I've never forgotten all that you shared, and I've also shared much of it with others through the years.  Thanks again for the effect you've had on my spiritual life.  I had wanted to tell you this for years, and now I finally got to do it!  I really enjoyed you and Larry's ministry through music, word, and testimony."

    This is Heidi Burghduff, who said, "I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your service here at Spearfish.  I had never heard or seen you before.  I loved the music and preaching.  I'm a single parent, and yes, I need lots of encouragement."

Lamentations 3:22-23 NRSV

The Lord your God...will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.
Zephaniah 3:17