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  • Being Single

    I am an author….obviously.  I am a teacher, a mother, a daughter, a sister.  I am a dog owner.  I love coffee, being in my house and I prefer experiences over things.  I am a church member, an ordained minister, a college graduate, a musician and a fairly good cook (according to my kids).  I…

  • Press In

    The word “prayer” tends to evoke images of demure bowed heads in a silent cathedral except for the low reverent hum of an organ thrumming out “Amazing Grace” in the background.  I think that’s why so many people find it a hard concept to grasp.  “How do I talk to God?”  Sometimes, in church circles,…

  • Hannah Prays

    Are you a woman of prayer? This may seem like a loaded question, but this is something I’ve been asking myself lately. I used to keep a prayer journal with me and write in it every night before bed. I would pour my heart, soul and sometimes tears into those pages. After writing out my…

  • Press In

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    The word “prayer” tends to evoke images of demure bowed heads in a silent cathedral except for the low reverent hum of an organ thrumming out “Amazing Grace” in the background.  I think that’s why so many people find it a hard concept to grasp.  “How do I talk to God?”  Sometimes, in church circles, we say things like “Praying is just talking to God” as if that makes it sound easier to someone who is new to following Christ.

    Having been brought up in the church, I often forget that speaking openly to someone we can neither hear nor see with our natural senses is an abstract concept to many.  But in reality, it’s not always so easy for me either.  As a matter of fact, the less I understand how God is moving in a situation, the less reachable He feels to me.  Thank God our relationship with Him is not based on feelings.

    A woman, (that I feel I can relate to so well), encountered Jesus briefly and left us with one of the most encouraging examples of prayer in the whole Bible.  The gospels do not share the name her mother gave her at the beginning of her story, but by the end she was given a name by Jesus himself.  Many of the stories from the life of Christ are shared in multiple places by different witnesses in his group of disciples.  This story is not different.  You can find the story of this precious lady and her encounter with the Lord in Matthew 9, Luke 8 and Mark 5.  

    All of these accounts let us know that when she met Jesus, He was in the middle of a grueling ministry trip.  He had been preaching and healing all over the area, often being called to yet another location by needs and requests of others who needed His presence wherever they were.  He was traveling back and forth by road on foot and across lakes by boat to meet the unending needs of the people.  It is no wonder He got on a boat one time and fell straight to sleep in a terrible storm.  He must have been exhausted.

    On the day in question, Jesus had just arrived by boat only to be met on the shore by a crowd that had been waiting for Him.  An important man immediately approached Him begging Him to come heal his only daughter.  It was a time sensitive request and the man was desperate.  As Jesus waded through the crowd of people pressing in on Him from all sides He suddenly stopped and said the strangest thing: “Who touched me?”

    No one knew what he meant.  His disciples even reminded Him that A LOT of people were touching Him at that very moment.

    But she knew what He meant.  Mark tells us in chapter 5 verses 25-28 exactly who she was and why she had touched Him.  

    This woman whose name is not mentioned had been suffering for 12 years with chronic bleeding.  With our modern knowledge of women’s bodies we know there could be any number of issues such as endometriosis, trauma, miscarriage, etc.  We do not know how it started but we know that once it did, it never stopped.  With what we know of Hebrew culture in the time of Jesus, we understand what this meant for her life at the time.  Bleeding (for any reason) rendered her unclean and unable to participate in social or religious life.   Her access to everyone was cut off by this ailment.  Mark even says that she suffered at the hands of the physicians that tried to treat her.  I can’t even imagine what primitive remedies they tried to help her with.  The scripture does not tell us if she was married (or ever had been) but if so, this constant state of uncleanness would be grounds for her to be divorced and abandoned by her husband.  Anyone who touched her or her bloody garments would themselves be rendered unclean by association.  Therefore she could not be around anyone, let alone go to the temple for worship.  At no fault of her own, she was utterly alone, separated from people and even from her only way to access God.

    Then she heard of a man who had been traveling the area preaching and healing the sick and she said, “If I can just touch His robe, I will be healed.”  Scholars tell us that as a rabbi, Jesus would have worn a Jewish prayer shawl when He ministered in public and that it was the tassels of this shawl that she reached out and brushed with her fingers.  The moment she did, she immediately felt  healing enter her body and Jesus felt the healing power go out of Him drawn by her desperate faith.

    How could she?  She was unclean!  Touching Jesus would make Him unclean as well.  She could have been punished for this but she had no choice.  Her desperate desire for healing compelled her forward.

    Mark 5:33-34

    33 Then the frightened woman, trembling at the realization of what had happened to her, came and fell to her knees in front of [Jesus] and told him what she had done. 34 And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace. Your suffering is over.”

    Jesus gave her a name: “Daughter.”

    We hear no more of this lady or how her life turned out after this encounter with Jesus, but we do know that her suffering was at an end.  Jesus did not just heal her body that day.  He restored her in every way.  First, He saved her from the punishment she could have received for touching Him at all.  Also, having been healed she would be able to come to the temple again and rejoin society.  She would no longer be alone.

    Many times when things are happening that I do not understand or that are uncomfortable for me, I talk about them.  I ask friends for prayer.  This is not a bad thing, but it is no substitute for getting into God’s presence and bringing it before the Lord.  

    If I’m honest, sometimes when I delay in bringing things before God it is because I don’t like how He’s handling it.  (Sorry, was that too honest?)  Sometimes, I wonder why it’s taking God so long to answer when I know that He could just do a miracle and fix everything right now.  Sometimes, I wonder why God didn’t fix things in a way that was easier for me.  I’ve asked for miraculous provision before and God sent me a second job instead of a miracle check in the mail.

    Pressing into God’s presence can be really hard when we know we have to let him deal with some areas in which we need to grow when we get there.  Psalm 16:11 says, “You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever.”

    In His presence is where we draw closer to Him, learn what it truly means to trust Him and be more like Jesus.  We may not understand, but we have to KNOW (no matter what we feel)  God is working for His glory for our best always!

    I love the song below because it says, “My heart will not be afraid. Lord, you are my shelter.  I’m safe with the Savior.”  If you have been afraid to surrender completely to the Lord, I can promise you that you are safe in God’s presence.  He is a gentle healer, a loving father and a gentleman. He handles all of his children with care.  Growth and change can be scary, and it can even hurt but in His presence is peace and joy.  There is no better place to lay your burdens down than at the feet of Jesus.

    In His presence is peace, limitless love, discipline, faith, rest, and so much more. So press in today.  Let the desperate cry of your heart draw you into God’s presence and then dwell there to be transformed and healed for His glory.

    by Stephanie S.

  • Hannah Prays

    Are you a woman of prayer? This may seem like a loaded question, but this is something I’ve been asking myself lately. I used to keep a prayer journal with me and write in it every night before bed. I would pour my heart, soul and sometimes tears into those pages. After writing out my prayers, I would begin to bring my requests vocally to the Lord. I would pray about my marriage (as a young newlywed), ministry, jobs, future children, and for God’s will, not my own. These prayers would help shape my relationship with him. I’d catch myself looking through previous pages to see what God had answered. However, my days of writing down my prayers seem like a distant memory now. I haven’t written in a journal for years, or at least not consistently.

    I remember one time when I prayed from a place of bitterness. I know I shouldn’t have, but I was deeply hurt. I sobbed and begged on my knees before the Lord, asking Him to take away my desire to want children. I longed to be a mother and watched each of my friends get what I wanted. But the Lord graciously did not grant my request. I continued to long for a child, and I’m thankful for that.

    There was a woman in the Bible, by the name of Hannah, and she too longed to have a child. Her husband, Elkanah, had another wife who had children. But that didn’t matter to Elkanah, because he loved Hannah (1 Samuel 1). He would say to her:

    1 Samuel 1:8- “Hannah, why are you weeping? Why don’t you eat? Why are you downhearted? Don’t I mean more to you than ten sons?”

    When Hannah couldn’t have children, the other wife would tease and ridicule her. But Hannah was strong because she knew who was on her side.

    One day when they were at the temple to pray, she began to pour out her heart, soul, and tears before the Lord. She so desperately wanted to be a mother. But she wasn’t asking the Lord to take that desire away. She was asking him for a son; only, she couldn’t speak. She continued to pray in her heart; her lips were moving but no sound would come out. Eli the priest had observed this weird behavior and assumed she was drunk.

    1 Samuel 1:14-17

    “How long are you going to stay drunk? Put away your wine.”

    15 “Not so, my lord,” Hannah replied, “I am a woman who is deeply troubled. I have not been drinking wine or beer; I was pouring out my soul to the Lord. 16 Do not take your servant for a wicked woman; I have been praying here out of my great anguish and grief.”

    17 Eli answered, “Go in peace, and may the God of Israel grant you what you have asked of him.”

    18 She said, “May your servant find favor in your eyes.” Then she went her way and ate something, and her face was no longer downcast.

    In Hannah’s case, God had allowed her to be barren. We’re not given a reason as to why, but I believe it was to glorify him and to prepare her for the blessing that was coming.

    Isaiah 40:31- “… but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

    Afterwards, Hannah went home and laid with her husband. The Lord remembered her and she became pregnant with a son. She named him Samuel, meaning, “Because I asked the Lord for him” (1 Sam. 19-20).

    We can learn from Hannah that our prayers can be quiet, consistent, and strong. Despite the ridicule and grief she had been given, she stayed strong. She became a woman of prayer and praise. She didn’t let her circumstances get in the way of her relationship with God.

    In Hannah’s gratitude, she dedicated Samuel to the Lord. When he was 3 years old, he went to live with the priest Eli in the temple. Instead of being sad about leaving her son behind, Hannah prays once again. She begins to praise God for his goodness (1 Sam. 11 & 24; 2 Sam. 1-11).

    Trials teach us to lean more fully on the Lord and to appreciate the everyday blessings around us, like a simple cup of coffee, or a child’s laugher or hug. These are the things we tend to take for granted. It’s not until we’ve experienced something hard that we finally realize what really matters. This is what Hannah found.

    After she had brought her request to the Lord she had peace. She ate, she was happy, and she spent time with her husband. She trusted that the Lord was going to come through for her. And he did! She didn’t regret her promise to God, because she knew that he belonged to the Lord. But it wasn’t goodbye forever. She would visit him every year when her and her husband would pray at the temple. She would even bring him a homemade robe every year (2 Sam.19).

    You may find yourself waiting. Whether you’re waiting for a new job, a new place to live, a future spouse or even a child. No matter what it is, trust in God’s timing. Don’t allow bitterness or disappointment to dictate your prayers. Make your prayers strong and be confident in what you ask. God continued to show his faithfulness to Hannah by blessing her with more children, and he continues to bless my family the same way. He hears our prayers. Let’s all strive to be like Hannah and be women of prayer.

    1 John 5:14- This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. 15 And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.

    By: Melinda B.

  • A Father’s Love

    Do you think it’s true that most women end up marrying men that share their father’s traits? Well, in my case I believe it. Both my father and husband are funny, always going back and forth with the “dad jokes”. They are both loving and affectionate. I’ve seen my father give a hug and kiss to my mother countless times. I’m not sure if this ever grossed me out or if I thought it was sweet, but nonetheless, my husband shows the same affection towards me. Wishing me a “good morning” followed by a peck on the lips. He’s sweet like that. We make it a point to give and receive hugs and kisses every time we see each other, something my dad does often. Every “Hello, my daughter” greeting is followed by a loving embrace. I love my dad.

    My husband adores his daughter, too. She is his world! It seems that there’s nothing she could seriously do wrong. However, don’t be fooled by her cuteness. He isn’t, at least most of the time. Their relationship is a perfect blend of Barbies, racing games, board games, imagination, discipline, respect, and fun! Can’t forget fun. She likes to remind me that he’s the “fun parent”. He’s the one that’s willing to teach her a new skill or answer her questions no matter how silly they may be. Just like my dad, my husband can be tough when he needs to be but also loving and fair. 

    Most of my memories as a kid are filled with little errands to the barber shop, the hardware store or the dentist’s office. These might not seem like much, but as a kid, I was spending time with my dad! He would also walk me to school and spend mornings with me before I’d catch the bus when I was older. 

    There’s one more trait that these two men share and that’s the willingness to do anything for their kids.This reminds me of a father in the Bible, whose 12-year-old daughter was dying. He was desperate to save her life, so he brought his request to Jesus.

    Mark 5:21-23

    21 When Jesus had again crossed over by boat to the other side of the lake, a large crowd gathered around him while he was by the lake. 22 Then one of the synagogue leaders, named Jairus, came, and when he saw Jesus, he fell at his feet. 23 He pleaded earnestly with him, “My little daughter is dying. Please come and put your hands on her so that she will be healed and live.”

    I know as a mother I have come to Jesus countless times when my child is sick. It’s not unheard of for mothers to stay all night at the hospital alongside their child. This story is so refreshing because it’s about a father’s love and determination for his child.

    If you continue reading you find that there was a delay. Wait, what? Yes, there was a delay in her healing. While Jesus was headed to the little girl’s home, he felt someone touch him through the crowd of people. Someone had touched his garment, and he felt power leave him. He wanted to see who had touched him, only to find a woman who had an issue of blood. She believed she just needed to touch Jesus’ clothes and she would be healed—this is exactly what happened. Her faith healed her (Mk. 5:24-34). But unfortunately, this delay cost Jarius’ daughter’s life.

    Mark 5:35-40

    35 While Jesus was still speaking, some people came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue leader. “Your daughter is dead,” they said. “Why bother the teacher anymore?”

    36 Overhearing what they said, Jesus told him, “Don’t be afraid; just believe.”

    37 He did not let anyone follow him except Peter, James and John the brother of James. 38 When they came to the home of the synagogue leader, Jesus saw a commotion, with people crying and wailing loudly. 39 He went in and said to them, “Why all this commotion and wailing? The child is not dead but asleep.” 40 But they laughed at him.

    I can’t imagine how Jairus felt as he saw his daughter’s lifeless body on the bed and being told that she’s only sleeping. Others laughed at Jesus’ explanation but that didn’t stop Jairus from trusting the savior.

    Mark 5:40-42

     40 After he put them all out, he took the child’s father and mother and the disciples who were with him, and went in where the child was. 41 He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum!” (which means “Little girl, I say to you, get up!”). 42 Immediately the girl stood up and began to walk around (she was twelve years old). At this they were completely astonished.

    We can learn a lot from this story, and we can see what a father’s love should look like.

    1)      Embrace humility- Jairus was a synagogue leader and decided to put his pride aside and fall at Jesus’ feet with desperation and submission.

    2)      Trust through the delays- He had to let someone else receive their healing, before his daughter could receive hers.

    3)      Choose faith over fear- Jesus encouraged Jairus to keep the faith and to not be afraid.

    4)      Ignore voices of doubt- Despite what others had said, Jesus was there to help Jairus to focus on the truth and not doubt.

    I am blessed to have these two guys, and my father-in-law, as great examples of what a dad’s love should look like. I believe that they would have acted the same way Jairus did if they were in his shoes. Unfortunately, I realize there are women who didn’t grow up with or have experienced good Godly men. This is why I’m thankful that we have a heavenly Father who is willing to do anything for his daughter’s life.

    We’re reminded in John exactly what that sacrifice of love looked like.

    John 3:16-17

    16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.

    Now you may have memorized these verses and can quote them by heart ever since you were a little girl, but I hope that this verse hasn’t lost its meaning. God loved you so much that he was willing to have Jesus, his son, die on the cross for your sin. This is a huge declaration of His love for you! Jesus took the fall so that you wouldn’t have to. 

    Maybe your father made you feel less than? Allow God to show you that you were made for more. Where your dad fell short, allow God to rise to the top.

     Romans 5:13

    May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

    This Summer, may the Lord show you his true characteristics. Remember, no matter what, there is a father who loves and cherishes you always.  

    By: Melinda B. 

  • Are You My Mother?

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    There is an old Dr. Seuss book where a little bird is wandering around asking every different type of animal (most of which are not birds) if they are his mother.  As a child, I thought how silly and funny it was that he was asking dogs and elephants if they were his mother when they looked nothing like him.  As a mother, reading it gave me a little bit of sad anxiety as I waited page after page for this lost little one to find his mom even though I had read it before and knew he would find her in the end.

    I remember getting lost as a child; the panic that would rise in my chest as I ran full sprint through a department store calling for my mom but unable to find her.  I remember how all of that terror and sadness would give way when I heard her call back and I knew that she was close.  I wouldn’t even mind the scolding I would get for wandering off because the relief of being near her again would be so complete.  There was safety and familiarity with her.

    These days Mother’s Day holds a mixed blessing for me.  

    As a mother, I have spent years opening the heartfelt presents of my children when they had nothing more to give me than their hugs and whatever they could come up with using the art supplies in the playroom.  I still have every painted rock and decorated cut-out of small handprints that they produced through those early years.  Now, as young adults I get gift baskets, dinners out, and coffee dates where they tell me all about what is going on in their lives away from my home.

    But as a daughter, Mother’s Day is not a time of great celebration.  As a daughter, Mother’s Day is a painful reminder of what once was but is no more; or sometimes of what never has been.

    We never stop needing our moms. One of the most difficult parts of being an adult (for me) has been navigating difficult times with a terrible longing to just go home, but knowing that the home of my longing is not there anymore because it wasn’t just a place; it was the people there that made it home for me. 

    Whether you are grieving the loss of a mother that has passed on from this life, an estranged relationship, never having known your mother at all or watching her slip away as the woman you once knew is consumed by an illness-we can find ourselves searching in our own lives asking “Are you my mother?”

    How thankful I am continually for the comfort I find in the Word of God.  In Psalm 34:18 the psalmist tells us that 

    “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”  

    And again in Psalm 147:3 we are reminded that

    “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” 

    God knows our needs, sees our searching, and He can provide “mothers” for us when we need them. 

    No one can ever really replace the mother that you long for, but in the family of God we can find those women who are available, willing to offer the comfort, and Godly guidance that we lack. Much like the bird in the book, the willing mothers we find may look nothing like us, but they will bear a remarkable family resemblance in other ways. They will love with the love of Christ as our mentors, friends and protectors as they journey with us through life. 

    In the book of Ruth, God provided redemption and provision for Ruth, not just financially, but He also welcomed her into a new family; a place of belonging with the people of God.  He gave her a mother figure in Naomi and gave Ruth to Naomi as a daughter.  

    For your broken heart, God has healing and for the hole that has been left in your life by the absence of your mother; He has provision for that as well. In the body of Christ, we are the hands and feet of Jesus to the lost; but also to each other as we travel in this world toward home. God said, “He would go with us”, but He also said, “we would have a family in those of like precious faith.” 

    In Mark chapter 3 Jesus said:

    33 “Who is my mother? Who are my brothers?” 34 Then he looked at those around him and said, “Look, these are my mother and brothers. 35 Anyone who does God’s will is my brother and sister and mother.”

    Jesus directs us to the family of God to find those with whom we can walk through life, even as some of us pray for our mothers to become one of those family members. God does not call for us to forget the mothers that we miss, but rather to build on the lessons they taught us by continuing to grow and by passing on their legacies to others, taking them under our wings as daughters-ourselves becoming mothers to a new generation of Godly women.

    God,

    In the month of May, I know You see some of our hearts breaking.  I know that our broken hearts move You with compassion and that You desire for our healing and wholeness.  As we grieve, call to our memories and give us strength in the retelling of happy histories with our moms.  Remind us of the lessons she taught us and help us learn to love the likeness of her in our own faces as we get older for You are the God that honors our histories even as You write a new story for our future.  

    Guide us to women in Your family that would come alongside us to fill the void that we sometimes feel needing a mother and help us to become those women to others in need.  Make us into the women who will bear a resemblance to Christ as we “mother” the next generation of Your daughters.

    We look forward to the day when we can all gather around Your throne and worship together; mothers and daughters of every season-healed and made whole in You.

    In the mighty name of Jesus,

    Amen

    by Stephanie S.

  • Are You Serving?

    by April-Michelle Burkhalter

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    Originally Published in Our Heart His Mission, Volume 2 (2024)

    The Compassion of Christ

    Then Jesus went about all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every sickness and disease among the people.  But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd.  Then He said to His disciples, “the harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few.  Therefore, pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.”    Matthew 9:35-38 (NKJV)

    Oh, how my heart breaks when I read this Scripture.  How often have I missed a moment where He was tugging at my heart to act, but I refused to hear and obey His voice, because I had let the frustrations of the day make my heart cold, judgemental, or simply disconnected.  That is not the woman I want to be at all.

    So often I have tried to justify my lack of service by saying things like: “God, I’m too busy with work, family, keeping everyone’s schedules, helping and working in the church, and doing all these things.  I can’t do more.  I’m just too stressed to help one more person right now” and then I miss out on opportunities to show empathy and compassion in situations where He has needed me to ACT as a witness of Christ!  Who am I to be too busy to answer God?!  But it happens.  I fall short, too, even as a pastor’s wife.

    Romans 3:10 says, “There is none righteous, no, not one.”

    We all fall short, so we rely on God’s grace and mercy to build us up, and we try again.

    Even still, the call is there.  The plea for action by God for laborers to step out in faith is everlasting.  God wants us to kick out the worldly thoughts from our minds and really try to see and serve people in the way that Jesus did.  As I read Christ’s quote in Matthew chapter 9, I can feel His heart breaking when He sees the condition of the multitudes.  These are God’s children, weary and scattered.  It should stir our hearts to hear this passage.  We have all been those weary and scattered sheep at some point in our lives, and we should never forget how hopeless that time felt for us, or how our gracious Lord brought us through those trials, often by the hands and feet of a laborer that answered the tug on their heart.

    The church needs more laborers, and not just inside the four walls of the church building.  A plentiful harvest means there are still so many people that need help, the gospel, the love of Christ, and the hope and the joy that comes from having a relationship with Christ Jesus.  We need to open our eyes to the hurt, lost, or hopeless people that we run across daily.  We need to stop giving all the attention to the sin that people are in and see the soul that needs to be told that there is a real love to be found in Christ.

    We should carry that message daily and boldly.

    As the body of Christ, we are to be the hands and feet of Jesus and keep God’s commandments.  We are commanded to go and reach people for the Kingdom of God.  This call is not based on how we feel, nor if we have a million other things on our plates, because that is life.  The biggest difference-makers in the lives of others might just listen for a few seconds to someone who is hurting, or even give a simple hug to a stressed-out momma.  Remember, we are not called to judge; we are called to love each other.

    Ask yourself:

    • What more can I do to be a laborer for the Kingdom of God?
    • Is it easier to judge or turn a blind eye to strangers than it is to find compassion or empathy for the people I see from day to day?
    • Does my witness to the world match the faith in my heart?
    • Would someone on the street recognize Christ in me, or would they only see the same old sinful world based on my actions, attitude, and words?

    Let’s pray together.

    Father God, thank you for working on my heart today.  Thank you for your daily mercy and grace.  God, I ask that You show me the flaws in my heart, those places where I am lacking empathy or compassion for others.  I ask that You help me to walk with humility, knowing that I am not a righteous woman nor am I higher or better than anyone else, but I am saved and redeemed by Your Grace alone.  Please help me grow in spiritual maturity so that You may use me as Your hands and feet, as Your witness and laborer, for Your great purpose.  In the name of Jesus, Amen.

    Author’s Bio at the time of publication:

    April Burkhalter is a Pastor’s Wife in Channelview.  She has 7 children (15-28 years old), works full time as a Project Management Finance Controller, and teaches a Christ-based recovery system.  April enjoys singing and reading and loves people where they are in life.  She calls Alvin home.

    On the evening of April 1, 2026 April and her youngest son, James, were called home to be with the Lord after a tragic car accident.  During her tenure of service with South Texas Women’s Ministries she was an active member of the STXWM Core Team and the San Jacinto Women’s Ministries Section Leader.  The effects of her ministry and the life that she lived will be felt in eternity.  

    The South Texas Women’s Ministries Department wants to share April’s words once again so that all that read them will hear the cry of Jesus’ heart for laborers to join the harvest.  April’s absence will be felt here but Heaven rings today with her singing as she sits at the feet of her Savior with her sweet son, James.  This is not goodbye but rather, see you soon.

    We extend our prayers for strength and peace, and our most sincere condolences the Burkharlter family until we all see April and James again. 

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