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Sunday, May 27, 2018

TIME TO PAUSE

Gloria Phifer




The word for the FMF blog today is "Pause." we write for 5 minutes.

I will have to admit some things have been bothering me. I know it is time to pause and sit with The Lord.

I don't understand everything. Sometimes I think it would be great to not be so sensitive. Sensitivity is part of my personality. Some times it works for good and other times....well... I need to pause and really listen for the truth.

When your brain has a track of thought going around and around...it is time to "pause." It is time to ask The Lord for the truth, for the understanding, the wisdom.

And...that is what I am going to do...I'm going to take time to "Pause" and listen to The Lord and not my own thoughts.

Friday, May 18, 2018

SECRET PLACE

Gloria Phifer

Have you ever wanted to run away and hide someplace? Maybe it has just been one of those days and weeks where you want to get away.

Your thoughts follow you. There seems to be no rest. 

When I visited a friend in Florida some years back...I was praying about a situation and I heard in my spirit..."Rest."

Jesus spoke of rest in Matthew 11:28 "Come unto Me, all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you, and learn of Me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and you shall find rest unto your souls. 

To really cast your care on The Lord and rest, that is where I want to be. Hebrews 4:3 ... those who believe enter rest.

There is a "resting place" in God. Psalm 91:1 he that dwells in "the Secret Place of The Most High shall abide under the shadow of The Almighty.

Cast my care...enter rest by believing and abide in The Secret Place of The Most High. That is my desire. 

Sunday, May 6, 2018

STUCK

Gloria Phifer

I am joining the FMF group...we write for 5 min. on a word...the word today is ...stuck.

Have you ever felt "stuck?" Right now I feel stuck. I want to finish writing my autobiography because it is a wonderful story of Jesus and how He took such a broken girl and gave her salvation, security and hope. Having seen my mother and step father delivered from alcohol and drugs and seeing my family come To Christ.

I think about it. But, somehow, I have been stuck. is it because it will be painful to write? Reliving some of the hurt and pain. And yet, there is the glory of coming to Christ. I really want to be unstuck and I want to tell His story in my life.

Friday, April 20, 2018

ACKNOWLEDGE THE TRUTH


Speak it out...
Gloria Phifer

Ever since the Garden of Eden there has been the battle between truth and lies.

Philemon 1:6 That the communication of your faith may become effectual by the 

acknowledging every good thing which is in you in Christ Jesus.


You are wanted by Almighty God. Psalm 139.

You are worth so much a great price was paid for you. 1 Cor. 6:20

You are a new creation in Jesus Christ. 2 Cor. 5:17

You are the child of The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. 1 John 3:1

You are welcomed into the Throne Room. Hebrews 4:16

You are an ambassador of Christ. 2 Cor. 5:20

You have the Word of Reconciliation. 2 Cor. 5:19.

You are light in The Lord. Eph. 5:8

You are a warrior…Virtuous means “War worthy.” Prov. 31

The enemy is afraid of you because Jesus Christ lives in you. 1 John 4:4

You have not been given a spirit of fear but Power, Love and a Sound Mind. 2 Tim. 1:7 (The Dynamis (power in Greek (doo-nam-is) of The Holy Spirit.)

You have eternal life through Christ. Abundant life in this world. John 10:10, John 3:16.

There is a call of God on your life. Eph. 1:18. Eph. 2:10

You are chosen Eph. 1:4

You are accepted Eph. Eph. 1:6

You are adopted. Eph. 1:5
You belong.


You have an anointing from The Holy One. 1 John 2:20


Wednesday, April 11, 2018

AUNT APRIL...A HEART OF GOLD.

When you know someone loves you.





By Gloria Phifer

Some relatives are faint images in my mind. There are two aunts whose colors are vivid. Their memory is a sweet fragrance in my life. One of them was my Aunt April.

My mother had five sisters. April was 16 months older than my mother. They never had a close relationship…perhaps it was personality differences or competition in childhood.

Aunt April was about 5ft 5inches tall. She had large brown eyes and light brown hair. She was energetic, talkative, and always smiling. Her eyes lit up when I came into the room. Aunt April loved me. When I was a small child she would kneel down and talk to me eye to eye. I knew she cared. Like a magnet, I was drawn to her warmness and love.

In 1949, we lived in Bayard, New Mexico. My mother enrolled me into pre-first (equivalent to Kindergarten). I was five years old.

My brother, Lawrence Marion (Bronco) was born in December of that year.
My stepfather, Slim, and my mother decided to leave New Mexico. Slim wanted to search for a job in Montana. I would be staying in Sharon Springs, Kansas with

Aunt April.

April and her husband Kenny didn't have any children at this time. They lived in a quiet, older neighborhood. Their house was a white, two story. To a six year old (I had turned six in December) the house was huge.

I can remember my family leaving me and walking out the front door. My mother was hesitant, but Aunt April assured her I would be fine: and I was. I didn't cry. I felt uncertain but not abandoned. I was always a very perceptive child. I could always read the situation around me. I knew I was safe with my Aunt April.

My aunt enrolled me in Sharon Springs Elementary. Instead of Kindergarten (pre-1st) they put me into the first grade. For twelve years I was usually the youngest in my class. I graduated at seventeen years old.

I really have no memories of the school. My memories are of the neighborhood and my time with my aunt. I had my own bedroom off of the living room. When I came down with the measles, I can remember April taking good care of me. She tucked me into bed and shut the curtains. "To protect your eyes," she said.

Aunt April was always kind to me. She never raised her voice. She always seemed happy with me. I was the apple of her eye and I basked in her attention. I felt content.

There were a few kids in the neighborhood. I was the youngest. One day we were playing "cowboy and Indians". I had a toy pistol. The oldest boy took my toy and said I could not have it back unless I paid him a dime. I went into Aunt April's house and took a dime out of her purse. I gave it to the bully, but I never told Aunt April. (Sorry Aunt April. I owe you a dime.) One day, this same boy set up a situation where he thought he could take advantage of me. The whole group was playing in a tent…I ran home for a few minutes. When I got back, the bully was the only one there. What is interesting, at six years old, I knew he had sent everyone home and had set this up. He asked me to do something disgusting. With all the furious indignation, this six year old had, I pointed my finger at him and yelled "you are a naughty, naughty boy!!!" and I ran home. I never told Aunt April about either of these instances. Looking back she would have taken care of both situations. Why don't children tell adults what they are going through?

As I think about it now, there were numerous times in my life, that this God given instinct saved me from harm.

When school was out in the spring, I knew Mom and Slim were coming for me. I knew I was facing the inevitable…which as a child became my norm. I was riding the bike; April had given to me, as our 1949, black Ford passed by. My mother waved at me. I returned to the house but I wasn't excited. I'm sure my mother was disappointed that I had no reaction.

I was sad as I left my Aunt April. Looking back, I think it was the sense of peacefulness and security that I felt. And the love. Our family was always on the move. Never permanently settled and not much abiding peace? As an adult I realize that peace is very important to me.

The only memory I have, of the drive to Montana, was holding my baby brother, as I sat in the back seat. (This was before car seats and baby seats). He was over a year old now. My mother turned, from the front seat, with a smile on her face. "Don't you want to put him down? Isn't he heavy?" "No," I said "I just want to hold him."

That summer, in Butte, Montana, they rented a cabin that was small. It had a kitchen and a place to eat. (If I thought it was small at six years old, it must have been small.) At night, the four of us slept in a tent. Bronco was in a crib. My mother, Slim and I slept on cots. I woke up one night with a cat sitting on me. (Didn't take the love of cats out of me)

I spent a lot of time down the street at a neighbor's house. She let me play her piano and xylophone. She told mom that I needed a piano and lessons. She thought I was musically inclined
They rented a house in Butte before winter set in. I began the second grade. The last half of the year, I finished the grade in Philipsburg, Montana, where we moved to.

As the years passed, Aunt April and Uncle Kenny had three children and lived on a ranch. I would see her occasionally if we visited them or if she came to Albuquerque to see my grandmother. (By this time we were back in New Mexico.)

Aunt April became a business woman. She owned and operated her own fabric store. She now sported a short, blond hair cut. She always dressed nicely as did her children. I thought Aunt April's life was "all together". No one on the outside knows another's life.

Years later, she went through some hard times. A bitter divorce and tragic circumstances. She moved to Albuquerque and began working for the phone company.

She was still my Aunt April, but there was a hardness there. She was in survival mode. She smiled, but it was through a broken heart. Despite her many losses she still had a heart of gold. A giving heart.

I married, moved to Iowa and had children. On occasion she would call me. I loved to hear her voice…I recognized it immediately.

One year we were vacationing in Colorado. My husband CJ was making a long distant phone call from our motel room. The operator said , "Carroll Phifer, where are you?" It was Aunt April. We had a good laugh over that.

When we visited Albuquerque, Aunt April always insisted on taking us out for breakfast. She would not allow CJ to pay the bill. I think she liked the tug of war and loved having him give in. There was no arguing with Aunt April.

Twice I flew to New Mexico by myself. Once I had a lay over in Denver. Aunt April's daughter and her husband were living there at the time. I was so surprised to see them. How Aunt April knew my schedule I never knew. She had sent them to be with me during my lay over. They visited with me until I got on the plane.

On another flight, some years later, when I landed in Albuquerque, there was my cousin Kim …Aunt April's son. He helped me with my luggage and I had to transfer to a bus. I was on my way to meet my half sister for the 1st time. After the visit to Clovis, Aunt April picked me up. I stayed at her house until my brother Bronco came to take me to Farmington, New Mexico.

Aunt April and I had a good visit. She arranged for all my cousins that were in Albuquerque, to meet us for breakfast, so I could see them. Cousin Kim and his children were the only ones who showed up. She was "Hot"! I told her I was fine. I enjoyed being with her and her family. (I'm sure when she saw my other cousins she gave them "The what for!")

I had dreaded going to Farmington. Mom and my step dad Deryl were alcoholics. (Slim died when I was ten.) But, I actually found a blessing in Farmington. On Easter Sunday night, Bronco, Mom, Deryl, my Aunt Ruby, her family and I went to a church service. Deryl was sitting next to me during communion. He turned to me and said, "You really believe, don't you?" and I said, "Yes, I do." Then we both took communion. After the service Mom and Deryl held hands and went to the minister. They asked him to pray for them. Later, My Aunt Ruby cooked supper. As we were together, I heard Deryl say to Bronco, "I love you Bronco." And Bronco answered back, "I love you too Deryl." God had brought me to a place of blessing.

A friend of Bronco's, (Bronco had to work) my mother and Deryl brought me back to Albuquerque, from Farmington, so I could catch my flight.

Aunt April was at the air port. It was a heart stretching situation. Mom and Deryl were so fragile. (I knew they were trying so hard to stay sober). Aunt April held on to my arm as if she didn't want to let me go. .

What do you do when people that you love, are beside you and you know the many hurts in their lives? You love them, and tell them you love them. Then (as a friend told me) prayer is the best you can do. How do I know God loves broken people? Because, I come from broken people. I was a broken person. I needed a Savior Who would love me and take care of me. One who would never leave me and would never leave the people I love.

Of course I didn't know it at the time, but Mom and Deryl were headed for some hard times ahead.

And, it was the last time I would see April.

A year or so passed and Aunt April called me. She had undergone some surgery. She told me she was not feeling well, but was sure everything would be alright.

Within the month, I received a vanilla envelope. April had sent me the pictures she had of me.

When my mother called and told me Aunt April had passed away, I was not prepared for it. She had been a special person in my life.

After a few months, I was looking again at the photo's she had sent me. I happened to turn one over and there, pasted on the back, was an entry form…"The Most Adorable Child."

She had entered me into a contest, and I had never known it.

My wonderful, Aunt April, I'm so thankful you were in my life. I am thankful to God for your love for me. It made a huge difference…as love always does.

You had a heart of gold.








Tuesday, April 3, 2018

THE VISIBILITY OF LIGHT.


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Gloria Phifer


This afternoon I began thinking about "Light." The wonderful benefits of light. and The One Who is Light. 

In the Bible...the book of James " 1:17 "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from THE FATHER OF LIGHTS, With Whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.

The Father of Lights Who gives every perfect gift and never changes. 

When a light is put through a prism there are the colors of the rainbow. Those colors are always there we just can't see them. The rainbow was put in the sky as a promise that God would never destroy the world again with a flood. In our atmosphere, in the light, are the promises of God...the colors of the rainbow. 

Light always overcomes. The very nature of light is to destroy darkness. Light always overcomes darkness.  darkness can never overcome light. Light exposes all darkness. 

In Genesis 1 :2 The earth was without form and void and darkness covered the face of the deep.  The Holy Spirit of God brooded (hovered) over the darkness and God spoke "LET THERE BE LIGHT." and there was light. (this was before Genesis 1:14 when God said let there be lights in the firmament of the Heaven to divide the day from the night.)

So The Light that came against the darkness was The Presence of God. For He is Light. 

Some are afraid to come to God's light. That Light is Jesus Christ.
Jesus came into this world to destroy darkness...evil. He allowed Himself to be placed on the cross for our sins. He paid the price so we could come out of darkness into His wonderful light.

John 8:12 Then spake Jesus "I Am The Light of the world: he that follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. 

What a wonderful promise...the Light of Life is found in Jesus Christ. Come follow Him. Accept Him as your Savior and you will find yourself in The Kingdom of Light. 

Pray with me...Lord Jesus I accept You as my Savior Who died on the cross for my sins. Come into my life with Your Light. In Jesus Name Amen.

Friday, March 30, 2018

SETTLE

Gloria Phifer

I have had an unsettling lately. With jaw pain and heaviness in my chest I had an ambulance ride to the hospital where I spent two days going through tests. The nitroglycerin took away the pain. All my test came back normal. I didn't have an angiogram.

over 20 yrs ago I had an angiogram and defibulated from being allergic to the dye. So I was very thankful when the doctor let me go home without one. But now there are more symptoms.

How do I get settled? It looks like the only way to settle it is have an angiogram. 

Lord help me to settle in my mind that You will be with me in all circumstances. I place my life and future in Your Hands knowing that You love me.

I have joined the writers at Five Minute Friday...we write on one word for five minutes...the word was "Settle."