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Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from Winter Park Community Aglow Community Lighthouse

 

Prayer:

Wishing that the angels will keep charge over you and keep you safe and well during this New Year.

 

The End of Another Year

The Band Stand in Gallipolis, Ohio City Park

      The snow of winter reminds us that another year is coming to an end.  Although it is beautiful, winter in our lives can be less than a wonderful time.  The snow reminds us of the whiteness of our hair and the changes that our body have made.
      It can be a depressing time as there are more and more things that we are no longer able to do, or as the Bible teaches us in Isaiah 26:4 "And even to your old age I am he; and even to hoar (white) hairs will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you." KJV   
      Our bodies may be succumbing to age, but our spirits are renewed every morning:  2 Cor. 4:16 the inward man is renewed day by day. Psalm 103: thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.  Do we believe our ailments, or do we stand on the Word of God which cannot lie.
       If we have not accomplished the plan that God has for our lives, then we can rest in the hope that God is not finished with us yet. Remember that Moses lived to be 120 years old and his eyes were not dimmed.  We have the mind of Christ, and God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, power, and a sound mind: II Tim 1:7. 
      Hope is the anchor of our souls, and I will believe and put my hope and trust in what the Bible declares and decrees about me.  So, I will stand on the Word, never doubting because I know the miraculous wonders that He has already done in my life.
      Wishing you all a glorious Christmas and a spectacular New Year 2019.   You will see wonders that you could never have believed were possible because of Jesus's love for you.

Winter Park Aglow Community Lighthouse.  All our Love.

Jesus Healing the sick - Should We Do the Same?

          Healing Blind Eyes

 Healing at the Pool of Bethesda

                       Healing Jairus' daughter

                       Healing the paralytic                                                                           Healing the woman         who touched the Hem of Jesus' Garment

Is Healing For Today?

     Can we be used in the healing of someone?  We believe in healing, we know that Jesus healed "all who came to Him".  We search everywhere for the answer to being used by God to heal the sick. There may be sin in our life that needs to be repented of.  We need to seek first the Kingdom of God. We need to spend our time in God's presence so we know what is on His heart concerning problems of illness and infirmity.  Isaiah 53 says that by His Stripes, we are healed.  He took 39 stripes on His body, one for every major disease that people face.
     If I knew the answers to the problems of healing, I could rest in that knowledge, but I do not have them.  All I know is to Ask, Seek, and Knock.  We have already been given power and authority when we became Christians.  What is stopping us from using them?  We should be doing greater miracles than Jesus did according to His Word. 
     We can be witnesses to the lost and dying souls that we come across, and fulfill that part of the great commission.  We can have faith to believe that God is not a liar, and He says in His word that we shall heal the sick, offer deliverance, and speak in new tongues, if we drink any deadly poison we will not die. We can pick up deadly serpents and nothing by any wise shall hurt us. He will give His angels charge over us to protect us in all our ways. 
      We shall wait upon the Lord, renew our strength, and mount up with wings as eagles.  We will find our protection under his covering wings.
       Lord, hear our prayer that we will do the mighty works of Jesus.  Amen


Winter Park Aglow Community Lighthouse meets the 2nd Saturday of each month at 9:30 a.m. at Aloma United Methodist Church in Winter Park in Room 24. Church Phone #407 671-2180. Each month there is a different speaker and refreshments are always shared.  You can receive prayer if you wish. We pray, praise, and worship the King of Kings and Lord of Lords at each meeting.  Come and get your needs made and receive the companionship of believers like you. 

Treasures in the Darkness-Encouragement for Today - July 11, 2018   by Dr. Tony Evans

     A rock collector named Rob once went on a dig and found a rock he described at "purdy and big."  He tried unsuccessfully to sell it, and when that failed, he kept the rock in his closet in the dark.
     Rob guessed the blue chunk of rock could bring as much as $500, but he would have taken less if something urgent came up like paying his power bill. That's how close he came to selling for a few hundred dollars what turned out to be the largest, most valuable sapphire ever found.  The blue rock that Rob Cutshaw had abandoned to the darkness of a closet two decades ago--now known as "The Star of David" sapphire--weighs nearly a pound, and could easily sell for $2.75 million.
     How many of us have a treasure hidden in the darkness of our lives, unaware of its immense value?  God wants nothing more than for you and me to have full access to all the blessings and rewards He's already laid aside for us to have.
     It's easy to live life unaware that God has set aside this treasure to have. I can often live in desperation, wondering when I'm going to get a break, questioning when God's going to finally come through-----.
     God has called you to a mighty work as well. The hardships we face can be distracting, even paralyzing sometimes.  But God wants to know whether our focus is on Him or on our hardships. When we stay diligent with what He's given us, God will fill us to overflowing..with even more down the road.
     Consider this example. If you wanted to purchase a particular amount of rice, the person behind the counter would pour that rice into a measuring pot or scale of some kind. But they would not fill it to the precise measure straight away; they would only go three quarters of the way up and then shake the pot and press on the rice. The reason for shaking is to both level out the rice and fill in any gaps that formed underneath. In other words, because of the shaking and the pressing, you get more rice.
     That's what God can do in the midst of your trouble; He lets life press down so He can "fill in the gaps."  II Corinthians 4:8 reads, "We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not despairing."  Most often, it's life's darkness that God prepares us for His best.

     Lord, I ask You to give me Your peace, so I might weather the storms and relax in dark times, knowing You are with me.  Fill me with a greater measure of Your courage, that I might stand boldly against the enemy's attacks.  Finally, I ask for patience as I wait for Your great treasures, both here and in the life to come.  In Jesus' Name, Amen

Truth for Today:  Isaiah 33:6, "And He will be the stability of your times, a wealth of salvation, wisdom and knowledge:  The fear of the Lord is his treasure." (NASB)

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Happy Father's Day

"Only a Dad"

Only a dad with a tired face 

Coming home from the daily race 

Bringing little of gold or fame

To show how well he has played the game,

But glad in his heart that his own rejoice

To see him come and to hear his voice.

Only a dad with a brood of four,

One of ten million men or more,

Plodding along in the daily strife

Bearing the whips and the scorns of life;

With never a whimper of pain or hate

For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad neither rich nor proud, 

Merely one of the surging crowd, 

Facing whatever may come his way,

Silent whenever the harsh condemn,

And bearaing it all for the love of them.

Only a dad, but he gives his all

To smooth the way for his children small,

Doing with courage, stern and grim

The deeds that his father did for him.

This is the line that for him I pen,

Only a dad but the best of men. 

http://festivals.iloveindia.Com/fathers-day/poems/spiritual-poems.html 

This could be a picture of my dad, coming home and plowing after a long-hard, hot day working outside in the weather...cold or hot no difference. He still had to do his job to feed his "brood of four". 

Tobacco was the money producing crop, but there was corn, potatoes, onions, leaf lettuce, and tomatoes to be planted. Mom tended the smaller vegetables.  We were planting tobacco as soon as the plants were tall enough in the early spring, (barefoot and sometimes bringing water when the ground was too dry). There was weeding and the topping of the tobacco to be done when it got bigger. Also, picking off any big green worms that thought the crop was planted for their sustenance.

We had two work horses on our farm and got to ride on the sled to the field when we had the chance.  The horses weren't for riding purposes.  There were cows and chickens to be tended to, also.  Hogs were raised to be butchered for the winter's food supply. 

I still don't know how my dad could work so hard.  Times were difficult. I guess he thought he had no choice.  If there was to be food for the winter and money from the sale of the tobacco for Christmas gifts for us, he had no choice.

His dad was a farmer, and my father was wise to the ways of farming, although he never went farther than about 3rd. grade and could hardly write his name. 

He did not attend church, but I believe that he received the Lord before he passed.  I have a lot of rethinking to do.  As I grow older, and I hope wiser; it is becoming clearer to me what he did to keep his family with a roof over our heads and food on the table. He was good to us children. Mom was the disciplinarian.  Only one time did my brothers get punished by him because they went where they shouldn't have gone.

He was a tall man in his bib overalls. He didn't have a suit or a fancy shirt. He was a plain man.  He died at the age of 65 back in 1972. My three brothers and I are now orphans, I guess, as mom died that year also. 

                                                                   Anonymous 

Happy Mother's Day

 I want to pay tribute to my mother, Zenith Olive.  She was born in 1915 to a large family of eight, if I'm counting right. Five girls and one boy plus father and mother.

       Her father was sent to a facility for people with mental problems, leaving her mother to deal with the children.  Her mother remarried to an abusive type man, and when she found herself with another child coming in 1919, she went wading in the middle of the winter barefoot and caught the flu epidemic that was prevalent at that time and died.

      The children were farmed out to relatives, and she ended up with one family whose children were mean to her. There were other homes after that I don't have details for.

      She and my father married, and there were six in our family. My dad farmed and worked for an auto wrecking company--we called it a "junk yard."  He was a very hard worker as was my mother, also.  

     The picture of the woman milking a cow could have been Zenith. She milked two cows - once in the morning and once in the evening. She could chop wood with an axe like a man. She was a stay-at-home mother while we were small.  She sewed many of my clothes for school, and she cooked great food without using a recipe. 

     When we came home from school, there were freshly baked blackberry or raspberry cookies waiting for us. Once in a while, she would bake bread.  Our steady diet consisted of pinto beans and corn bread which we shared with the dogs after we finished supper. No dog food for them.

     Punishment came in the order of a small switch that would sting our legs. Sometimes, we would cry before she ever touched us. We always deserved the switching, and no one sassed or argued with my mom. We never even tried it.

     We all finished high school. When I would encounter a math problem, I couldn't solve, she helped with it...such as how many gallons of paint would it take to paint a barn.  My mom only got through eighth grade; but she was very intelligent, and my father had to help on his parent's farm. I think that he got to third grade. He could barely write his name. 

     We lost our parents in 1972. My dad had a bad heart and suffered from diabetes.  They could not afford hospitals and doctors.  My mom had developed manic depression and shot herself a week or so after my father died.

     I still miss her so much. I guess I didn't appreciate her when I was a youngster, but I would give anything to have a chance to see her again.  I have to believe that she died as a Christian. She was always singing gospel songs.  It was funny when she spoke of our neighbor lady singing "I'll fly away."  Maybe she knew more about her than I did.

    "I was country when country wasn't cool," as the song goes. An old saying is "that you can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl."  The Lord looked out for four children, and now we are all in our seventies.

     God certainly knew what He was doing when He created mothers...one of the best things He ever did.          The End.