Category Archives: Ministry to Wives

Politics, Elections, and Alpha and Omega

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann

History is our friend Karl’s passion.  You get him started and he could pretty much go on forever, recounting vengeful and valiant leaders, epic battles, and the contribution of those left unmentioned in the tests of history books.  Karl’s version of history is my favorite.  It’s passionate, but purposeful.  Everything he shares is spirited and he makes you hungry to know more, hear more, learn more.  Better than that, in almost every circumstance, he makes you hungry for God.  Karl teaches at a state university, so I’m sure his classroom looks a little bit different, but in private conversation and in awe of a God who holds all of it in His hands, from the beginning to the messy middle to His faithfulness in each day we have yet to travel.

Isaiah shares a similar message with just as much zeal in Isaiah 44:6-8.  Let’s open our Bibles and read that test –

Thus says the Lord, the King of Israel
    and his Redeemer, the Lord of hosts:
“I am the first and I am the last;
    besides me there is no god.
Who is like me?  Let him proclaim it.

    Let him declare and set it before me,
since I appointed an ancient people.
    Let them declare what is to come, and what will happen.
Fear not, nor be afraid;
    have I not told you from of old and declared it?
    And you are my witnesses!
Is there a god besides me?
    There is no Rock’ I know not any.”

The First…and the Last.

And everything in between.

heidi-10-31God sat on His throne and created humankind.  He created every flower and every tree.  He set the planets in motion.  Countries and constitutions sprang up, kingdoms and territories came to be, and God was God over all of it.  Wars are fought, lives lost, and His faithfulness continues.  New nations form, cultures live and grow, languages develop.  Disasters come upon the Earth, dictators oppress, and God’s heart breaks.  But He sees the bigger plan unfolding.  To us, it’s like the slow unrolling of a tapestry.  To Him, it’s the blink of an eye, in all eternity.

He is the First and the Last and everything in between.

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Written in Iron Ink

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann

Written in Iron Ink

What are some of your favorite ways in which God comes to you?

In our church body, we teach three particular ways, or means, in which God comes to us – through His Word (the Bible), in our baptisms, and in the Lord’s Supper.

We need God like fish need water, more than that. Our deepest need in this life is for God. We will scramble any which way until our hearts settle in His arms. God, however, does not remain hidden. He has left these three precious things that are both physical and spiritual for one reason – to come to us. God loves worship. He loves praise. He loves His created things. But all of it is intended for connecting us with His Son, His promises, and His Salvation. When we understand that He comes in these three ways, according to His Word, then we are no longer searching and searching and searching. Instead, we know we have been found by Him.

If all of that last paragraph sounded like theological mumbo jumbo to you, just rest in this.

God comes.

God comes to you.

Let’s return to Isaiah 43 once again, and study this concept. Start by reading Isaiah 43:1 below. If you feel so led, write this verse out in a notebook, on scrap paper, on your shoe, wherever, to commit it deep into your heart.

But now thus says the Lord,
he who created you, O Jacob,
    he who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
    I have called you by name, you are mine.

God calls.

Note: God is the action taker. God is the seeker. He calls, we answer. Before you were born, He called you. Before your parents or your grandparents brought you to church or you, yourself, came to church, He called. Before baptism, before confirmation, before growth…He called you.

God calls you by your name.

Heidi, David, Macee, Jonah, Jyeva, Ezekiel

This is my family. Each with their own name. He didn’t just call each of us, He called us by our names. What is your name?  Consider aloud before God.4

God calls you, He brings you into His redemptive plan, by this name. He writes this name in His Book of Life (Rev. 20:12) and on His heart. And guess what…He keeps writing.

The book of Job shares another way that God reveals Himself, by His Word, to those around us. Please read Job 19:23-24.

Oh that my words were written!
    Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
24 Oh that with an iron pen and lead
    they were engraved in the rock forever!

So, Job’s life, not so easy. The first part and the last part, pretty good. The middle was all kinds of gunky and hard. Loss, ongoing health problems, cruddy friends, embarrassment, marriage issues, the list goes on for our friend, Job. His physical, earthly problems bubbled up into a spiritual crisis. In the verses above, Job attests to what each of us would want in the same circumstance, Continue reading

The Value Of Children

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann


My little Zeke. He’s adorable. When he was about 18 months he went through the developmental stage of find-Mom’s-Bible-and-do-weird-stuff-to-it. You can not fault the kid for thinking that the Word of the Lord is interesting. He ripped up most of Psalm 139 into itty bitty, almost unsalvageable pieces. There is a large hole in verses 22 through the end that I still have been unable to find. He highlighted all of Matthew 19 and some of 20, so he’s not bent on destruction, just discovery. I value my children growing up with Bibles sitting around, so I invested in my first Bible cover, which is faithful to this day.

Children are special, no doubt. In Isaiah, we learn a little more of the value God places on children and why we are called to value then. Even if you translate this passage in the broader sense of children as all of God’s people of any age, you can see why the application to the tiniest child of God is not off.

Please read Isaiah 29:22-24. This is the Gospel at the end of a passage reminding Israel that unfaithfulness hurts.

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The Rescue of Ransom

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann

Two years ago we came out of one of the most difficult times in our lives. We had a season like no other of fighting the good fight, standing strong, and letting God hold us up when we had nothing left.
One day, during the struggle, we were driving from somewhere to something. What it was, I can’t even remember, and it hardly matters. What I remember was my husband blaring the radio to some song.
My nerves were on edge and I asked him to turn it down.
“So, it’s kind of loud.”
His response: “Yep.”
“No, I mean, it’s really loud.” I lean up to turn it down. Insert death glare from my husband here. I leaned back. Now, he’s singing along.
I lose it. “Dave, seriously, can’t we turn it down. This is ridiculous. You’re not even listening to me. It’s TOO LOUD!”
My husband, who asks for so very little, you have to understand. He rarely has an opinion about anything less than what is eternally significant. He looked at me and his eyes turned a little sad. “Can’t you hear it? Listen.”And so I did. I listened.
You hold my head up.
You remind me who I am.
You hold my head up.
I’m alive in You again.
I’m made new.
(Made New, Lincoln Brewster)*

What I didn’t understand, that became crystal clear in a moment, was that my husband needed to know that God called him loved and that God called him ransomed, that God called him new. I had spent so much of my time concerned with my own needs, particularly in our struggle and suffering. I was raging against God, yelling at Him in the dark of night, and offering my tears as a living sacrifice of prayer. My husband, however, was clinging to what He knew, what He had read in the Word, what He had been instructed in since he was a tow-headed toddler on chubby legs.

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A Love that Overcomes

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann

heidioverwhelmed-9_22How many of us have seen the image, a lovely rainbow, stretched wide across the sky and it’s eloquent reminder that “God keeps His promises.”

It is indeed accurate, don’t get me wrong. When we teach little children the story of Noah and the flood that covered the earth, at the end of the day, this is the message that we want them to get. God is faithful. God said He would save Noah, and He saved Noah. God said humanity would continue through the line of Noah and so here we are. God said He would never destroy the whole earth with a flood and so He will not. God does keep His promises.

Isaiah gives us the more grownup version of the story. And sometimes it’s time to put on our big girl pants and read a little deeper, a little longer, a little harder.

Today, we’ll return to Isaiah 54. Let’s keep reading where we left off yesterday, verses 8-12.

Isaiah 54:8-12

In overflowing anger for a moment
I hid my face from you,
but with everlasting love I will have compassion on you,”
says the Lord, your Redeemer.

“This is like the days of Noah to me:
as I swore that the waters of Noah
should no more go over the earth,
so I have sworn that I will not be angry with you,
and will not rebuke you.
10 For the mountains may depart
and the hills be removed,
but my steadfast love shall not depart from you,
and my covenant of peace shall not be removed,”
says the Lord, who has compassion on you.

11 “O afflicted one, storm-tossed and not comforted,
behold, I will set your stones in antimony,
and lay your foundations with sapphires.
12 I will make your pinnacles of agate,
your gates of carbuncles,
and all your wall of precious stones.

How many of you have felt overwhelmed? I would brave a guess that at our house this is at least a once a week occurrence for me, and is probably more accurate at once a day. In fact, if I’m honest, at any given time it’s like a tape loop in my head. “I’m so overwhelmed. I’m so overwhelmed.” So much to do…only so many hours in the day…tiny humans to keep alive…moderately happy husband…so many needs…life, just life. Continue reading

Sports, Pks, and Jesus

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann

Hockey is kind of an important thing in our family.  It’s our jam.  We own giant bags to hold the gear.  I may or may not have a hockey mom emblem for my van.  I may or may not own a giant button with my goalie’s picture on it.  Last year at one point we had three out of four on the ice at the same time.  I am a pro at lacing skates and have sweat-soaked laundry down to a science.

Jesus is also an important thing in our family.  He’s so important that we focus all of our life on Him, as Christians.  We aim to walk the walk and talk the talk, and make everything revolve around Him.  We’re so into Jesus that we chose jobs that let us spend 24 hours a day helping other people know Him.  In fact, Jesus is our life.

Here in lies the difference.  Hockey is part of our life.

You’d think that knowing this difference would make it all magically easier.  You’d think it would make things cut and dry.  Always choose Jesus first, then hockey.

But what does it mean to choose Jesus first?  Does it mean choosing church first?  Does it mean opening my Bible at the hockey rink?  Does it mean showing up in the pew every Sunday?  Does it mean having conversations with my hockey parent friends about someone I know who changed my life-Jesus?

Can you see how complicated it can get very quickly?

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How Homework Changed Everything

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann

How homework changed my life.

Standing at our front window one rainy Tuesday morning, I knew something needed to give.  I had a baby on one hip and a toddler pulling on my leg.  I loved my kids.  I loved this life of mom and wife.  But what I really wanted to be called was friend.

Moving had created a kind of loneliness in me that I hadn’t really experienced before.  We had moved so many times, but this time it was for real.  It was for keeps.  My family was miles away, my high school and college friends scattered across the country, and it seemed that everyone in our new town already had friends.  They didn’t need one more.

webheidi-8_18So when someone gave me a church bulletin from a nearby church, announcing a women’s Bible study with childcare, I was in like Flynn.  I’ll be overly honest – I went for relationships, not for Jesus.  I loved Jesus, but at this point, I probably would have shown up for a raucous drink fest if it would have offered childcare and adult conversation.  The fact that this Bible study had coffee was just icing on the cake.

I showed up with my baby boy’s list of allergens, explained his intense dislike of anything stuffed or carpeted (sorry, there, childcare providers…you really do rock), and peeled the toddler in princess garb off my right leg, promising a mommy-date that involved nuggets and fries if she would just sample the fun to be had in the childcare room

Free of extra appendages, I headed into Bible study, my typical yet embarrassing 3 minutes late, and was met with the jovial smiles of women of all ages who understood and were just happy I was there.  I took a seat and they handed me a book.

Ooooo, pretty!  I love fresh books, I thought in my mind, until I was brought back to planet earth by the voice of the study leader saying, “We’ll watch the video and then there will be five days of homework that you complete.”  She eagerly flipped pages, clearly chomping at the bit to put pencil to paper.  Me?  I was stuck with my mouth ajar…wait a minute, did she just say homework, five days of it?  What did I sign up for?

Holy Toledo, who has time for homework?

I came for coffee and to meet people who might want to hang out at the play land and swap stories of sleep deprivation and husband’s who still wanted to eat food off of ceramic plates, when paper was clearly the better life option at this point requiring so much less personal commitment.

“If you don’t get to the homework, don’t worry about it.  Just come anyway.  We’ll have a good discussion no matter what.  Don’t let that stop you from being in Bible study,” the leader was saying, while her co-hort nodded emphatically.

“Whew,” I thought, with no intention of dedicating time to “quietly digest the Word” and all that.  (There goes my overly honest gene again.)

Bible study itself was a smashing success for me.  We discussed everything from what brand of toothpaste we used, for sheer silliness sake, to what church looked like for us growing up, even if it had never looked like anything at all.  We talk about marriages and singleness and out favorite restaurants.  When the leader turned on a video of a woman leading Bible study, I began to dutifully fill in my missing blanks.  I loved looking up the Scriptures in a room full of women who didn’t care how long it took me to find the page.  This was doable.

The workbook sat on my dining room table staring at me the next morning.  I could hear that little flutter in my heart – “Do the homework.  Just try it.  Try it.”

Ugh, fine.  It was loud enough that it could not be ignored, so when nap time rolled around that afternoon, I took my Bible off the shelf and spread my workbook out on the table.  10 minutes in I found myself taking notes in the margins.  I was transfixed.  I flipped through the pages in my Bible and found my nose about an inch from the text.  I couldn’t believe how the Word connected to itself and to me, Old and New, Judgement and Grace, Law and Love.

I kept doing my homework.  I went to Bible study for the fellowship and kept going for the growth.  I needed that Word like I needed breath for my lungs or water on a desert trek.

My anxiety was better, my tongue was nicer, and my home was happier.  Life was far from perfect, but loneliness lifted and was replaced by the knowledge that if all this passed away in an instant, Jesus would still be the Lover of my soul and the Filler of my heart.

Homework changed everything.

I didn’t just need Jesus in my life, I wanted Him in everything, in every place and every crack.  He seeped in and mended brokenness I didn’t know I had, and slathered grace everywhere I hadn’t realized was parched.

I’m not sure where you’re at in the life, I don’t know your story, but know this:  Christ in everything makes all the difference.  Reading the Word every day changes things.  It puts light in dark places and brings hope – fresh and undaunted.

Try it.  Join a study local to you, hop online for our upcoming study, or grab a friend, even a stranger, and do both.

He is in that Word, girls.  He loves us enough to pursue us.  He speaks directly to our hearts and our minds every time.  Crack it open.  Aim for consistency.  Learn from Eternity.

Always, always rest in His grace.

And do your homework 🙂