Guest guest Posted May 16, 2004 Report Share Posted May 16, 2004 The following is a sample of a newsletter I recieve twice a month. If, after you have seen it, you wish to receive it, free of charge, please let me know. Anyone who does not wish to read this, is asked to simply hit delete. Hugs, Marilyn > ANGELSTOUCH NEWSLETTER-MAY 15-04 EDITION > > > QUOTE OF THE WEEK > > You can't hold a person down without staying down with them. > Booker T. Washington > ------ > > PRAYER CORNER: > > The following prayer request was sent in by Marilyn. Please remember these > in prayer. > > is the son of one of our brave service men. He was diagnosed 6 years > ago with Langerhans Cell Histiocytosis. He is in remission now, because of > prayer. I would ask for our group to remember this 9 1/2 year old boy as well > as his Dad in Iraq, and his Mom, , who is in Bartlett, Tn. He also has > an older sister. Our groups have such wonderful blessings through prayer, i > wish to see have the chance to grow up strong, able to help his mother as > the little man of the house should while Daddy is away. > > And please visit the prayer board and pray for the requests there. It seems > so sad that I and one or two others are the only ones who respond to the > requests there but perhaps some of you do go there and pray without typing the > response in. That is O.K. if you do but please do go and pray for the needs > that are posted there. Thank you so much and God will bless you and He will > answer prayer if we all pray together. > http://www.angelwings-ggtg.com/wwwboard/wwwboard.html > > ------- > Can you sleep when the wind blows and adversity comes or do you wait until > that time comes in order to prepare yourself. > > Submitted by Marilyn > > WHEN THE WINDS BLOW ~ > > Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He > constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to > work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that > raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and > crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received > a steady stream of refusals. > > Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the > farmer. " Are you a good farmhand? " the farmer asked him. > > " Well, I can sleep when the wind blows, " answered the little man. > > Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, > hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to > dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work. > > Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of > bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired > hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, " Get up! > A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away! " > > The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, " No sir. I told you, I > can sleep when the wind blows. " > > Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the > spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his > amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been > covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens > were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly > secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away. > > The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he > returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew. > > MORAL: When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, > you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your > life? The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he had secured > the farm against the storm. > > We, as believers in Christ, secure ourselves against the storms of life > by grounding ourselves in the Word of God. We don't need to > understand, we just need to hold His hand to have peace in the midst > of the storms. > > I hope you sleep well! > ------ > A bit of humor but also with a touch of truth-submitted by Saundra > Holcomb-Co Editor. Thanks Saundra. This is exactly the way the story would be > reported I am sure. > > THE WORLD WE LIVE IN > > If Biblical Headlines were written by today's media > this is what we would see. > > On Red Sea crossing: > WETLANDS TRAMPLED IN LABOR STRIKE > Pursuing Environmentalists Killed > > On vs. Goliath: > HATE CRIME KILLS BELOVED CHAMPION > Psychologist Questions Influence of Rock > > On Elijah on Mt. Carmel: > FIRE SENDS RELIGIOUS RIGHT EXTREMIST INTO FRENZY > 400 Killed > > On the birth of Christ: > HOTELS FULL, ANIMALS LEFT HOMELESS > Animal Rights Activists Enraged by Insensitive Couple > > On feeding the 5,000: > PREACHER STEALS CHILD'S LUNCH > Disciples Mystified Over Behavior > > On healing the 10 lepers: > LOCAL DOCTOR'S PRACTICE RUINED > " Faith Healer " Causes Bankruptcy > > On healing of the Gadarene demoniac: > MADMAN'S FRIEND CAUSES LIVESTOCK STAMPEDE > Local Farmer's Investment Lost > > On raising Lazarus from the dead: > FUNDAMENTALIST PREACHER RAISES A STINK > Will Reading to be Delayed > ---- > Blood of Jesus > > One night in a church service a young woman felt the tug of > God at her heart. She responded to God's call and accepted > Jesus as her Lord and Savior. The young woman had a very > rough past, involving alcohol, drugs, and prostitution. > But, the change in her was evident. As time went on she > became a faithful member of the church. She eventually > became involved in the ministry, teaching young children. > > It was not very long until this faithful young woman had > caught the eye and heart of the pastor's son. The > relationship grew and they began to make wedding plans. > > This is when the problems began. You see, about one half of > the church did not think that a woman with a past such as > hers was suitable for a pastor's son. The church began to > argue and fight about the matter. So they decide to have a > meeting. As the people made their arguments and tensions > increased, the meeting was getting completely out of hand. > > The young woman became very upset about all the things being > brought up about her past. As she began to cry the pastor's > son stood to speak. He could not bear the pain it was > causing his wife-to-be. He began to speak and his statement > was this: " My fiancée's past is not what is on trial here. > What you are questioning is the ability of the blood of > > Jesus to wash away sin. " " Today you have put the blood of > Jesus on trial. So, does it wash away sin or not? " > > The whole church began to weep as they realized that they > had been slandering the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. Too > often, even as Christians, we bring up the past and use it > as a weapon against our brothers and sisters. > > Forgiveness is a very foundational part of the Gospel of our > Lord Jesus Christ. If the blood of Jesus does not cleanse > the other person completely then it cannot cleanse us > completely. If that is the case, then we are all in a lot > of trouble. What can wash away my sins?... Nothing but the > blood of Jesus! End of case!!!! " Cast thy burden upon the > Lord, and he shall sustain thee he shall never suffer the > righteous to be moved. " Psalm 55:23 > ------ > The following story illustrates just how faithful God is to send His > protection when we need it most. > > Everything That Counts > by: Trudy J Mike > Fairmont, W V > > Fifteen Years ago, I summoned what little courage I had, took my daughters, > six hear-old Kerri and three-year-old Arlys, and moved out of a bad marriage. > It was all I had known since I was 19, and I was afraid of what the future > held. > > I found an apartment above the Laundromat in town. The big dryers drove the > heat upstairs in summer, but we'd appreciate that come winter, the landlord > said. The place was tiny, with slanting walls and low ceilings. Dirty > windows faced north, which made the rooms dark and dismal. Our view was of the > lumberyard next door. The kitchen had been painted red and the living room > floor was covered with stained orange carpeting. But it was cheap so we moved > in. > > Things got worse. The little money I had saved was running out. Even if I > could find a job, how could I work and care for the kids? I loved my girls > more than anything on this earth, but fear had taken over my emotions. God, > where are you? I prayed. I need you. > > Sewing consoled me, and I often picked up needle and thread when the girls > were sliiping or out playing. One August afternoon, trying to distract myself > from the unbearable heat, I put the last few stitches in the pink quilts I'd > been working on. When I covered the girls' beds with them, the room seemed > brighter. > > Just then I heard Kerri and Arlys come in from playing. I met them in the > kitchen. " Go look in your room, " I said. > > Arly's eyes lit up. She rushed past me, giggling, and leapt onto her bed. > Kerri, more dignified, said, " It's beautiful, Mom. " She stood at my side, > watching her sister roll and tumble in the thick quilt. Finally she let go and > ran to her own bed, burying her face in the luxurious bedding. At that > moment, something told me that maybe we would be all right. > > Then Arlys heard a knock on the door. " I'll get it, " she called, dashing > down the steps to the entrance. > > Our neighbor burst in. " look out the window! " he yelled, taking the steps > two at a time. " The lumberyard's on fire! " > > Bright orange flames devoured the old dry wood in the next rayd. A gigantic > bonfire reached to the heavens, stretching higher than our roof. Only an > eight-foot alley separated us from the wild, angry inferno. > > " We've got to get out of here. " The neighbor scooped up the girls and > headed out the door. The apartment was filling with smoke. What should I take? I > ran around in circles, trying to think. What should I save? I couldn't > make up my mind, Choking, I stumbled down-stairs, carrying nothing. > > Outside, I walked into a wall of heat. The girls stood with a group, > fascinated by the flames. I grabbed their hands and pulled them back to where I > thought we would be safe. Firemen swarmed the block. But the fire had become > beastlike, seeming to defy any attempt to stop its rampage. > > Flames roared over into our apartment. I watched as the blaze consumed > everything we had. Fiery debris fell from above. Nothing, I thought. Now we > have nothing. > > A quake built beneath my feet. The rumble grew louder. Suddenly we were > knocked to the ground by an earsplitting boom! Instinctively I sprawled on top > of the girls. I spread out my body, trying to cover them, but a foot and a > hand stuck out from under me. Then someone yelled, " Run! The gas lines > leading to the Laundromat are exploding! " > > I struggled to my feet, reaching for my babies at the same time. Arlys > crawled up and darted forward, but Kerri was having difficulty. " Mommy, my leg's > on fire! " I searched for her leg. An ember had etched its way into her > flash. As I brushed it away, I could hear my hair cracle and sizzle. > > We hadn't run far when the second explosion threw us to the ground. I > pulled the girls under me again, trying to cover them completely this time. The > tremendous heat of the explosion burst through our huddle. It took our breath > away. > > " Kerri, Arlys, we'll be okay. " My own words comforted me. I knew I had > everything that counts. God, be with me and my children, I asked. > > Suddenly the intense heat seemed to lessen. We could breathe normally. > " Look, Mommy, " she said again, " look. " > > " Stay down, honey. Don't move until I know it's safe. " > > " Mommy, you have to look. Behind us. Look at the pretty angels. " > > I turned toward the fire, expecting to see a mushrooming cloud of smoke. > Instead I witnessed something quite different. I saw them too! Real live > angels. Arm in arm, they formed a semicircle around us, with wings open to > deflect the heat of the fire. > > Soft voiced said in unison, " God loves you; do not worry. No harm will come > to you. " > > I felt a presence of power around us. A peace hugged me. I heard a > whisper: " Everything will be all right. " Just as I'd told the girls. > > The firemen had finally contained the flames. Someone was pulling on my > arm. " Trudy, are you okay? " It was my neighbor. > > " Did you see them? " I asked. > > " Who? " he said, and I knew he hadn't. For some reason, the angels had been > for us alone. > > The girls took charge and led me across the street. We three sat down on > the cool green grass and watched as the fire slowed. > > Everything will be all right, " Kerri reminded me. " The angels said so. " > She had seen and heard them too. > > Much of the pain of the past was forgotten after this. When the girls > remembered their losses, they blamed the fire. It was something tangible they > could hat without feeling guilty. > > As for me, fear of the future would never plague me so hard again. My > daughters and I were together; that togetherness was our home. And with God, we > had everything that counts. > > Soon after the fire, I made new quilts for Kerri and Arlys. Quilts to > comfort and protect, not unlike our semicircle of winged angels. > > From: Guideposts Publications > ANGELS ON EARTH > --------- > > POETRY CORNER > > PEACE > by: Osborn Orton > > When the storm is rising > And the waves are high > And your ship is heading > For the rocks nearby > > When the wind is strong > And the billows roll > I know of one > Who can calm your soul. > > He is a mighty fortress- > A strong wall sure and true > And though you may not feel Him there > He is walking right next to you. > ------ > > Please visit my newest angel story on Angelwings: > http://www.angelwings-ggtg.com/walkinlove.htm > -------- > I hope that you have enjoyed this issue of AngelsTouch. 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