of Midland, South Dakota, died on Monday, May 2, 2011 at the Rapid City Regional Hospital in Rapid City at the age of 37
Lisa Mae Hudson was born July 24, 1973, in Pierre, South Dakota, the daughter of Richard and Gene (Snook) Hudson. She was baptized at the Deep Creek Lutheran Church where she remained a member her entire life. She grew up on the farm-ranch in the Deep Creek area, and attended Deep Creek Rural School . At the age of 11, she attended Black Hills Special Services Coop where she was in a day school program and lived in a group home. At the age of 21, she moved to the Black Hills Workshop, where she has since resided. Although she lived in Rapid City, she made numerous visits back to the ranch.
Lisa enjoyed her doll collection, and loved to be with her family, both her biological family as well as her group home family. She loved to give hugs or pat you on the back, and was known for snapping her fingers to get your attention.
Grateful for having shared her life are her parents, Richard “Dick” and Gene Hudson of Midland; two sisters Connie Johnson and her husband Jon of Midland, and Debbie Burma and her husband Cory of Columbus, Nebraska; six nieces and nephews, Wyatt, Avery and Noah Johnson, and Christopher, Courtney and Cameron Burma; as well as her family from Black Hills Workshop.
Lisa was preceded in death by her paternal grandparents Gaylord and Marie (Marrington) Hudson and her maternal grandparents Clair and Sylvia (Peters) Snook.
Visitation was held 4-6 p.m. MDT on Thursday, May 5, at the Rush Funeral Home in Philip, and one hour preceding the services at the church on Friday.
Funeral services were held 10:00 a.m. CDT Friday, May 6, at the Deep Creek Lutheran Church north of Midland, with Pastor Frezil Westerlund officiating.
Interment was held at 1:00 p.m. MDT at the Masonic Cemetery in Philip.
A memorial is established.
In memory of Lisa, we share this devotion written recently by her sister Deb Burma.
Precious in His Sight
…may my life be precious in the sight of the LORD, and may he deliver me out of all tribulation. – 1 Samuel 26:24
“Jesus loved the little children, all the children of the world,” our Sunday school sang loudly, off-key, and with all our might. “They are precious in His sight!” we shouted. Looking at my little sister, I knew it was true; she was precious in His sight. She was a rare jewel – a precious gem! For a few brief years, she was able to belt out those words with the rest of us; that is, when she would stand still long enough to sing the song. Lisa was a “hyperactive” youngster, as defined by the doctors in her preschool years. They would later learn that Lisa was having countless small seizures, affecting her behavior. Over the next several years, the seizure activity continually worsened, taking its toll on my sister, damaging more and more of her brain. Though my parents sought all the medical care available, there was no cure for the rare degenerative disorder that plagues Lisa’s body; there was only medicine to attempt to slow the seizures.
Over the years, I often cried out to God in anguish for my little sister: “If Lisa’s life is precious in Your sight, why would You allow something so awful to happen to her?” Even as I cried out, I received the Savior’s peace and strength. I know that my family did, too. God gave us the ability to trust Him, despite the difficulties Lisa’s disease placed on us and the pain it caused her. We trusted that He was holding His precious gem, my sister, in the palm of His hand.
Today, Lisa lives in a home for adults with severe mental disabilities. She receives excellent care and a lot of love from caretakers and family. Though I may not understand why she has had to endure so many trials, I know that my little sister’s life is precious in the sight of the Lord. She is a chosen and baptized child of God, treasured and forgiven; her salvation is certain. In her limited capacities, she is a joyful person with a ready smile, a quick hug, and a snap of her fingers. Though she does not speak or sing anymore, she touches many people with her life. I trust that God is using Lisa’s precious life to show them His grace, and He is glorified through her. One day, she will be delivered out of all the tribulation she has endured in this life. Then she will see her Savior, Jesus, face-to-face and be able to sing with the angels around God’s throne!
Our lives are precious in the Savior’s sight. We may cry out to God in anguish because we do not understand why He has allowed something awful to happen to us or to someone that we love. There will be trouble, pain, and hurt in all our lives as a result of the sin in this world. But we have Good News! {Jesus said} “In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33) He overcame sin and death when He died for us. We are chosen and forgiven in Christ; our salvation is secure. We are His treasured jewels – His precious gems! The Lord gives us His peace and strength, enabling us to trust Him in the midst of trials and tribulation. One day, we will all be delivered out of our tribulations. We, too, will see our Savior face-to-face, belting out our praises with the angels around the throne of God!
Lord God, I praise You for choosing me; that my life is precious in Your sight! In the strength of Your Spirit, enable me to trust You through every tribulation. Use my life to show others Your grace; be glorified through me today! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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My precious little sister, Lisa, is having surgery today. In honor of her, I want to share a special memory - a story about a little shepherd and the Good Shepherd. I pray that these words are a fragrant offering and that God uses them to touch you in a special way today...
[Jesus said] “…the sheep listen to [the shepherd’s] voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. …I know my sheep and my sheep know me just as the Father knows me and I know the Father – and I lay down my life for the sheep.” John 10:3-4,11,14-15
“Eighteen bottle lambs. You girls get to spend the summer feeding them, raising them, caring for them.” A cattle rancher, my father had never raised sheep. But the sheep rancher down the road found himself with eighteen motherless lambs in need of care, and we lovingly adopted these little woolen critters. My older sister, Connie, decided they each needed a name; unique markings on each lamb made it easy to distinguish one from another. We spent countless hours in the pen each day, bottle-feeding, petting, playing, and laying down beside our little flock.
But it was my younger sister, Lisa, who had a way with our sheep. Soon to be diagnosed with a rare degenerative form of epilepsy, Lisa was not an average five-year-old; she was, however, a true shepherd. When Lisa called the sheep by name, they listened. On several occasions, the silly, senseless critters wandered off, finding a hole in the fence and following one another out of the pen. Lisa found them, bawling and bleating; she called the sheep by name, clucked her tongue, and began walking ahead of them with every lamb in tow, following her in faithful procession. My parents and Connie and I all marveled at our little shepherd. Lisa would often lie down in the pen, surrounded by her flock. Sometimes she even scooped them in her small arms and carried them here and there. Ever the protective older sister, I envisioned rattlesnakes attacking her or the sheep. But Lisa had no fear. I believe she would have placed herself between the snake and her flock, if necessary. That is what a shepherd does.
How often do we, like those senseless sheep, wander away? What “hole” have we found to crawl through? What sins lead us foolishly away? No matter how far we wander, our Good Shepherd finds us, calls us by name, and leads us safely home. In our Baptism the Lord uniquely marks us as His own, filling us with His Holy Spirit, giving us faith in our Savior, the great Shepherd of His sheep, who laid down His life for us. That is what the Good Shepherd does.
By the power of His Spirit, we know His voice and we listen to Him as He speaks to us in His Word; as He leads us and guides us into His truth. We marvel at our Good Shepherd, who scoops us up in His strong arms and carries us always.
Visitation: 4-6 p.m. MDT on Thursday, May 5, at the Rush Funeral Home in Philip
Funeral services: 10:00 a.m. CDT Friday, May 6, at the Deep Creek Lutheran Church north of Midland, with Pastor Frezil Westerlund officiating.
Interment: 1:00 p.m. MDT at the Masonic Cemetery in Philip.