Churches hold the Soul of America
Where do you find inspiration? Often my “aha” moments happen at church in the Sunday morning service. Sometimes these moments seem to drop from heaven. For instance, a few years ago I was trying to listen to a wonderful sermon, but I was distracted by back spasms that shouted at me and took my breath away.
Suddenly a strange thing happened: I had something like a vision. In it, I saw my Larson cousins standing in a line. It was a long line because there were forty-six of us! I stood at the end, because I am the youngest of them all.
Seeing all of the cousins brought tears to my eyes. My Larson grandparents and some of the cousins had died before I was born, but that day I felt a deep bond with them. I sensed a call to write down the family stories that I knew before they were lost forever. As soon as I understood that, the back spasms quit! I was pain free.
The result of that vision is Little Sister, A Family Memoir, which was published in 2025. It includes stories about my family, and it also shows life in the heartland of America in the 1900s.
Many times over the years, I’ve sensed God speaking to me during Sunday services, and here’s why: When God’s people come together, the power of the Holy Spirit is strong, and we can more easily find healing, forgiveness, direction and much more. Yes, God can speak to our hearts in other ways and in other places. But, if you want to have your prayers answered, be blessed, be a blessing, and perhaps see a vision, it’s more likely to happen if you go to church.
Our Founding Fathers believed that. Freedom to worship was a main reason people came across the pond to America. Attending church was considered a privilege as well as a right. Most of the signers of the Constitution were church goers, and several were pastors. They weren’t worried about Christianity’s influence on government. Instead, they didn’t want government infringing on their right to worship.
A lot of people have drifted away from attending church, but we should be cautious about throwing away those rights. Many people paid a high price to ensure that freedom. Today, churches are banned in numerous countries, but in America we are free to attend the church of our choice.
If you’ve wandered away from the flock, consider the many benefits of finding a church home. There are different types of places to worship, some are traditional and some more contemporary. Certainly there is one that will speak to your heart. Along with receiving food for your soul, you may find new friendships and a place to belong.
The right to worship together is deeply imbedded in the soul of America, a foundation formed 250 years ago. We have many blessings because of the faith of our forefathers. In turn, we have the right and responsibility to bless future generations by following the same path.
This year my blog posts will be in honor of the 250th anniversary of the United States.
For more information on faith in Early America, check out America’s Godly Heritage by David Barton.
For where two or three are gathered together in My name,
I am there in the midst of them. Matthew 18:20
Writing Update:
- Dear readers I’m having a lot of fun writing a fourth book based in the fictional community of Cottonwood Creek. I’ll tell more about it in a future post.
- On March 28, I’ll be signing books at Edgewood Assisted Living Center, 2801 39th Ave, S.E. in Mandan, N.D. from 10 to 3 p.m. There will be lots of vendors, so stop by if you are in the area.
- Little Sister, A Family Memoir is available online at Amazon.com. Find it also at LaMoure Drug and stores that sell books in Bismarck.


How appropriate that “attitude” and “gratitude” rhyme. Science is learning more about how our attitude affects our brains and the cells throughout our bodies. Our attitude can actually affect our health.
Dear readers, this blog post is a milestone—the 100th Prairie Lighthouse post! The first one went out in May of 2015. Thank you for a decade of support and encouragement!
I know all about good manners. I should have demurred and said we didn’t want one. But, I had been greedily waiting to taste that squash all summer. In the end, he brought a squash over and we invited him to dine with us when we cook it this fall. On the kitchen scale it weighed over six pounds.
The startling thought came to me unbidden as I gazed out the window last evening. The citrus-colored moon sat on a jagged mountain of a cloud. A leafy tree waved in the sultry dusky air. A hundred miles to the west, a storm gathered itself preparing to pour out sweet summer rain.
April 27: “I ordered 100 copies of “By the Banks of Cottonwood Creek”…They were to arrive next Wednesday, but arrived five days early. I called Pastor Dan and asked if I could set up a book table at church on Sunday, and he agreed.” The rest of journal entry told of the logistics of being an author. I was finding my way through a whole new world. (More Norwegian reserve.)
Today, ten years later, people still ask when the next book is coming out, and with all of the encouragement, I’ve published six books. What a blessing to have this encore career and the chance to publish stories that are dear to my heart.
This year our youngest grandson is graduating from high school. So, congratulations to him and all of the 2025 graduates. And my sympathy to all the parents and grandparents who feel melancholy right now. Try to remember that this isn’t the end, but a new beginning.
It reminds us of when our sons were in high school and college. They often hung out with their friends in our basement family room, with its outdated orange wallpaper. We gave up our social life to hang around upstairs just in case parent intervention was ever needed. Then, after years of this, one weekend we found ourselves home alone. The young people had all taken wing, like young birds flying away. We had an adjustment to make.
For centuries, time was measured with an hourglass. How it works is sand runs from an upper chamber to a lower chamber marking one hour. In Latin, an hourglass with wings means tempus fugit or time flies.
Every week, I hear from people who have read Little Sister. A few days ago, a friend told this charming story: “My sister who is 90 years old just told me that I absolutely had to go out and buy this book called Little Sister. I told her ‘I mailed that book to you’ and she said, ‘Oh I just love this book, it reminds me of so many things in LaMoure that I had forgotten about. I’m going to order one for my boys so they can see what my younger life was like.’”
Wow! Finishing Little Sister was monumental for me and it’s taking a while to shift gears and think about writing anything else.
Many thanks to all who have purchased Little Sister, A Family Memoir, since its publication last September. And a million thanks for who have sent comments. Many say they relate to the stories in it about growing up in the 1950s. You all warm my ink-stained heart.
As the holidays neared, some of my writing friends and I realized we had all published recently. We decided to celebrate with a Christmas Coffee at the Bismarck Public Library in December. We were excited and blessed to talk about our writing to a room full of people. Pictured here are five of the six recently published authors.
As I write this, we are well into the ho-ho-holiday season. Thanksgiving is a distant memory, although it was less than two weeks ago. On the horizon, a family birthday, an exciting author event, a series of parties, a wedding, a baby shower, and finally, the holiest twenty-four hours of the year, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. All of this is packed into the few weeks before we reach 2025.
Little Sister, A Family Memoir has been out for a couple months now. Thank you to all who promptly ordered copies! Since then, so many have phoned, emailed, messaged or sent notes. I can’t tell you how much your responses bless me.
ne of them made the delicious Little Sister shortbread cookies shown on this page. It was such a thoughtful gift, I may have to get a book cookie cutter and learn to make them.
And then there were the photos. After sifting through hundreds of old photos, I wanted to include each one. In the end, a mere sixty are in the book. Little Sister is my memoir and the Larson family history set in our hometown of LaMoure, N.D. But it is also about living in the Heartland, and could be anyone’s story.