Dear Readers,

This is a reblog of another healing, and I believe the Lord wants me to continue posting these…

THE SURPRISE HEALING,   Journal Entry, May 3, 2014

While walking in my prayer field several weeks ago, I tripped over a tree root landing on my left shoulder and left side rib cage.  I laid there for a minute thinking, “You clumsy oaf!”  Just a little dirty, I rose and finished my three laps around the field.  I was thankful for a cushion of soft weeds that broke my fall.

The next morning I awoke sore and achy.  My ribs hurt and my shoulder throbbed.  Not having any bruises and because of the soft tumble, I didn’t go to the doctor.  A little ibuprofen did the trick.  I didn’t even get on the prayer chain or tell anyone about my fall, only my hubby.

What I did do was immediately get on my knees beside my bed and claimed one of my favorite scriptures, “Whatever you ask in my name, will be given you.”  (John 14:14)  Then I asked God for a healing.

Being left handed, my biggest fear was that I might have torn my rotator cuff.  Ten years ago my right shoulder was torn and surgically repaired, and I did not want to go through that again!  Each day on my knees, I asked for a healing and covered my body in prayer.  My Pastor’s wife tells us, “Posturing is very important and humbling to God!”  I also kept taking my ibuprofen.

After about a week to ten days my ribs felt fine, but without the pain killer, I still couldn’t lift my left arm.  Cal had to help me with everything from putting the dishes away to making the beds and folding the clothes.  Even taking a shower was unbearable pain.  I considered calling my primary care doctor, but continued to pray and claim my healing.  I don’t like going to the doctor if I don’t have to!

As the second week passed, the pain started to subside and I said to Cal, “Do you think the Lord is finally healing my shoulder?”

“I don’t know!” he said, “What do you think?”

“I’m not sure!  He did heal a half-dollar sized planter’s wart on the bottom of my foot years ago when I asked Him!  And, He brought me through a battle with cancer, three surgeries and radiation treatment!  I’m sure He can heal a shoulder if He wants too!”  I continued to pray regularly, but told no one of my injury.

Within one month the pain in my shoulder slowly disappeared and before I knew it I was lifting and moving my arm normally without any discomfort.  I never had an xray or an MRI, or even a doctor visit to confirm my injury.  I don’t even know if I tore my rotator cuff!  But I do know that the pain in my left shoulder was so over powering that I couldn’t raise my arm, drive my car, or open a jar!  Even handwriting, or typing on my laptop was quite painful.  Then one morning, after praying for weeks, I awoke with no pain and I could lift my arm over my head painlessly once again.

Is this a miracle healing?  I’m not sure!  But I was convinced I was going to need surgery like the one on my right shoulder years ago.  I just knew I didn’t want to go through that operation again, especially being a “Lefty!”

Healing comes in all different ways.  This one was just for me!  Maybe I am supposed to blog it as a witness to others, that Jesus is alive and well and active in the world today!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

John 14:14,  “If you ask anything in my name, I will do it.”  (NKJV)

P.S.  I actually did not think the Lord would heal me if I kept this to myself and didn’t share it with others.  Today I even used the grass whip and cut down all our dandelions!




Dear Readers,

I don’t know why, but the Lord is strongly laying a story line on my heart and mind to reblog my own true experiences of physical healing that He has blessed our family with.  Today is reblog number one…


THE MIRACLE CORN,  Journal Entry, January 13, 1986

“Life is spiritual not physical!” my mate insisted over and over.  “We are dealing with the Spirit realm!  Scripture backs up what I am telling you!”

I couldn’t accept what he was saying and yet he stayed faithful to his beliefs and continued to pray and lay hands on many people.  It caused tension and division in our religious life, but a dramatic change took place in me almost overnight.

One day my eyes were magnetically attracted to a new book that lay on my desk!  “To Heal The Sick” by Charles and Frances Hunter was the title, and their ideas about being persistent in dealing with spirits, struck me as a very realistic approach to healing.

“If you are not healed, lay hands on yourself and pray again! ”  They went on, “God will honor your faithfulness!  Stay with it!  We laid hands on over 20,000 people before healing started to happen!  But we knew it would work because the Word of God said so!” the Hunters insisted in their book.

This concept sunk deeply into my soul.  I decided to give it a try!  If it didn’t work, so what!  The Hunters said to practice on yourself.  So, for the next few weeks I prayed over every cold, every pain, and every other health problem our family had.  I didn’t see many results but I faithfully kept at it.

Then one day I was looking at a growth the size of a half dollar on the sole of my left foot.  I planter’s wart that I had for years.   I began to wonder, “Do you think maybe the Lord would heal this?” I asked my hubby.  Then I squeezed my foot and said, “I command this corn to be healed and leave the bottom of my foot in the name of Jesus Christ!  Spirit of inheritance I also command you to leave and never return in the name of Jesus the Son of God!”  (My father was also plagued with this problem.)

Suddenly a deep powerful gut feeling rushed through me, and I also noticed a burning sensation on the sole of my left foot!  I went to bed that night and kind of forgot about that prayer for a few days.

A week or so later, looking at the ball of my appendage, I noticed the wart seemed slightly smaller!  “You don’t suppose this really works?” I thought to myself.  I laid hands on it again and repeated my prayer, “Continue to heal and go away corn, in the name of Jesus Christ.”  This time I also thanked God for giving me this authority.

Another week passed and again I noticed a smaller growth!  “Look, my corn is shrinking!” I shouted to my family, “It’s working!  It really works!!”

It took about a month of constant praying and burning, but it finally disappeared.  To think how many years my father suffered with this same ailment.  I should mention that my husband is ecstatic over this healing miracle!

But it didn’t stop there!  Several days ago our teenage daughter had surgical removal of her wisdom teeth.  She was in unbearable pain and swelling.  Even with codeine medication in her, the pain was so severe she couldn’t stop crying!  Finally, I got sick of hearing her suffer.  Holding hands with all three of my children we prayed and commanded the pain to leave immediately and let her rest in the name of Jesus Christ!  The pain stopped instantly and she dozed off.  After her nap she told me she could actually feel a powerful strength come out of my youngest daughter’s hand and travel up her arm and into her jaw!

We are not moving mountains yet but we are going to stay with it because practice does make perfect and our faith builds with every tiny healing answer.

I would like to add, my hubby recently prayed for a premature newborn child that was slowly withering away.  Doctors ran many tests showing nothing, as this five pound three month old lay almost lifeless in her hospital bed.  “Cast out the spirit of death in her!” my hubby heard in prayer on his way to the hospital.  The very next day she gained 6 ounces, and then more and more weight.  She was released with all negative test results four days before Christmas, praise God!

If you have ever considered this in your Christian walk, fight it if you must, but ask the Lord for help in healing!  If you seek Him with all your heart, He will show you!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

Hebrews 13:8,  “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.”   (NKJV)

P.S.  This happened over 30 years ago and I have never gotten another wart since!


Retirement In The Bible Belt

Dear Readers,

We visited Missouri looking for a possible retirement area and immediately fell in love with “The Show Me State.”  The bible belt, the people, the weather, the cost of living, the wildlife, some family living there; it all made sense…

RETIREMENT IN THE BIBLE BELT,   Journal Entry,  June 13, 2006

“The wheels are in motion!” my brother told me.  “If God is involved, it will all fall together beautifully!”

It’s finally happening!  After checking out over 25 homes for sale, we found a house we both like, at a price we can afford!  Now, after visiting with my daughter’s family, all we have to do is put down a deposit, go back home, and wrap things up.

Leaving our car and camper at her house, we rented a vehicle to get back to New England, sell our home, and move our belongings to Missouri.  In my heart this morning, I feel like God has kept it simple for us.  I can’t believe this all happened so quickly!  Our mid west home is a five room ranch on 2.3 acres, all electric, with hardwood floors, recessed ceilings, oak cabinets in the kitchen, and a gorgeous view overlooking a 25 acre alfalfa field full of deer and wild life!  C.J. loves to hunt!


Heading home, suddenly I feel numb and displaced.  We have been traveling so much that I can’t tell where home is anymore, although I love hitting the open road with my hubby.  Neither of us can accept yet that we are free to follow our dreams!  Thinking back just a short time ago, we used to pray daily for God to get us retired and away from the harried pace of the bus company.  Now, here we are in the next stage, preparing to sell the big house and retire to the bible belt.  Financially it is the right thing for us to do.

In New England, where the cost of living is higher than the mid west, our doubts about leaving have disappeared.  Most importantly while on route, I thought I heard the Lord tell me, “This move is economical!”


Home only two weeks and everything is going wrong!  We had to drop our price $25,000 on the house, and still no activity!  Also, we have been told we need a new Title 5, (septic system) and our house is only six years old!  The cost will be $8,000 to $10,000!  Calvin is fed up with all the rhetoric and decided he is definitely ready to leave.  We only have six weeks left until our Missouri house closes.  To back out now would mean forfeiting our deposit of $3,500!  I pray, “Please God, keep control of this move!”


Panic is beginning to set in as the economy on the east coast collapses quicker than expected. ” A 35% drop in price is the only way to sell quickly!” today’s news reported.  Add realtor fees and a new septic and there goes all our equity!  In prayer I hear two things over and over, “Don’t get greedy, and Trust in Me!”  I continue praying, “Please Lord, push us forward if this is right, and stop us if this is wrong!  Also, take away my anxiety, in Jesus’ name, amen!”

When I push away the fear, I get really excited!  I realize this move could be for economic, financial, and spiritual reasons!  It’s too soon to know all of God’s plan, but I’m starting to get motivated for our future!  So I will, “Trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not on your own understanding.  In all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight!”  (Proverbs 3:5+6)

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

P.S.  Well, we ended up selling our house at a decent profit, just in time to purchase our little ranch in Missouri.  After living here in Halfway for almost 12 years, other than tornado season, we absolutely love being here in the Bible belt!  Yes, we miss our relatives that live east and west of here, but many of them visit when they can, and we do the same.  God has a special plan for each of us!  We constantly need to listen for His direction in our lives.

P.P.S.  If you really want to make God laugh, tell Him “Your” plans for the future!


A Day Away From Losing Him

Dear Readers,

This is a reblog from a couple years ago.  My hubby and I went to Colorado for a three week vacation and eloped while we were there.  What happened when we returned was shocking…

A DAY AWAY FROM LOSING HIM,   Journal Entry,  July, 2002

We decided to take a vacation in Colorado this year and didn’t tell anyone that we were going to elope while we were there, visiting my son and his family.  I wanted to revisit with CJ, all the places I loved for the ten years Colorado Springs was my home.  It was emotional to say the least, especially getting married again.  It actually scared me to death.  But, I got through it and we all surprised everyone when we sent home postcards signed, “Mr.and Mrs. McDaniel!”

We visited all the wonderful places I used to love about Colorado, and I didn’t want it to end, but home we went after three glorious weeks.  After we were home a couple of days, Cal unexpectedly got violently ill.  By evening he was in severe pain, feverish, 105 temperature, and delirious.  With his artificial heart valve, I knew this was more than a flu, and rushed him up to UMass Medical Hospital.  After an examination, the doctor decided to start treatment for meningitis.

He asked me several questions like, “Have you been traveling lately,  and did you eat any beef while you were away in Colorado?”

I answered, “Yes, my hubby had a steak dinner just before we left the state!”

“Mrs, McDaniel, did you eat any beef?” he continued to press me.

“No, doctor, I can’t eat red meat, it makes me sick!  I had a grilled chicken salad,” I told him, as I began to get very frightened.  That must have helped him zero in on the problem, as there was recently a massive beef recall for E.coli in the western states back then in 2002.

The hospital proceeded to run a series of tests and the cultures proved it was not meningitis, but E.coli bacteria had gotten into his blood as well as all of his internal organs, brain, heart, kidneys, prostate, everywhere!  The next day the doctor delicately approached me and said, “If you had waited another day or two, Calvin would not have survived!”

At first it didn’t register in my brain how serious this was.  I was numb!  I refused to accept the severity of his illness.  I thought, “No way would God take him from me this soon after we married!”  Calvin’s daughter kept trying to convince me and still I struggled with accepting the severity of his illness.

My sister Teresa, who has a healing gift, came to visit Cal and prayed over him.  As she spoke he had a spiritual awakening!  God told him something, I’m not sure what, but as he healed he became a changed man.  Five days later and 13 pounds lighter, he came home from UMass Medical, physically very weak, but spiritually very strong.

Several  days later, like a slap in the face, it finally hit me that I almost lost him!  Lying on his chest, as he lay in bed still recovering, I broke down and cried.  While patting my head and comforting me, he spoke of his new spiritual awareness, “Different things are important to me now Hon!  You, family, and friends, have to come first!”

He was and still is a changed man.  This near death experience was eyeopening for him!  I hope and pray it stays with him.  I’ll keep asking the Lord to bring Cal exactly where He wants him to be.  I’ll keep thanking Him for saving my husband.

Love in Christ,  Claire xoxo

Proverbs 19:21,  “Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”  (NIV)



God’s Little Ministry

Dear Readers,

I prayed this morning with my hubby before going to work because I felt like God’s little ministry given to me at my volunteer job, was waning.   That I was not being used….


GOD’S LITTLE MINISTRY,   Journal Entry, 2018

I started my job at the usual time, but after over eight years of doing it, I  wondered if it would be mundane or enlightening.   Most of my patients were open to receiving reading material, but right off the bat one in particular was unique.  I don’t know why God does that, but He does!  He chooses a single individual person to stand out, be special, be open to warmth, friendliness, humor, or listening to me ramble.

As I entered her room, this sweet lady had two family visitors who were continually joking, kidding, and teasing her.  They automatically included me into their group banter.   Of course, I joined right in, as I firmly believe laughter helps heal the sick.

It was fun and those guys never let up.  I kidded with them for awhile, longer than usual, and the four of us together teased back and forth trying to outdo each other’s quick wit.

It did my heart good to see this very unique woman laughing so hard at all the quips.  I said,  “After we all leave, you are going to take one looooong nap, for sure!”  Finally, I found some reading material she liked, and the two boys wordplayed the whole time.  The barrage of pranks about each and every item I offered her continued, and all she could do was snicker!

I tried to excuse myself from the chuckling, but it wasn’t easy, as the wisecracks continued.  Slowly I pulled my cart out the door, but looked back and used sign language to let her know that I would be praying for her.  As I progressed down the hallway to my last patient room, something strange happened.  I felt a tug on my heart to return to her!  I try really hard to listen for the Holy Spirit, and this pull would not let go!

My watch told me I had enough time to spare, so I quickly searched my pocket for one of my stories and found a blog about my deaf granddaughter!  I returned to her room just as one of her visitors was leaving.  As we passed, he razzed me, but I gave it right back to him, which in turn again caused her giggling to explode!  Both her and her husband looked at me curiously, “I was wondering if I could read you one of my blog stories before I go?”  She smiled and said yes, but told me she left her hearing aids at home so I would have to shout!  Stunned, I couldn’t believe she was hard of hearing when I had just chosen a story about deafness!

For privacy, I closed her door, sat in the empty chair and began to read.  They both listened intently, totally enjoying my life’s experience.  I thanked them for their attention and asked if we could pray together before moving on.

Looking back at her as I reached the door I sighed,  “Thank you for letting me read you one of my blogs!  You are a total sweetheart!  I’ll be praying for you tonight before I go to bed, and thanking God for bringing me back to your room!”  I waved good bye, but not before noticing how emotional her mate had gotten.

Shortly after returning to the lobby, her hubby came walking to the hospital front door.  In passing he stopped and looked teary eyed and said,  “Thank you for reading that story to my wife!  That was very sweet of you!”  Then he hesitated, lost his words and said,  “She’s my, my, my…..”

As he went silent I said,  “YOUR SOULMATE, right?”

With red eyes filled with emotion, he nodded his head up and down, and for the first time I realized, not only did the Holy Spirit tell me to return to her room, but when I reached into my pocket full of blogs, the Lord also told me which one HE wanted me to read!  How cool is that!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

Matt. 11:15,  “He who has ears to hear, let him hear.”  (NKJV)

Proverbs 19:20,  “Listen to counsel and receive instruction, That you may be wise in your latter days.” (NKJV)


Learning Humility

Dear Readers,

In the last three months of my life I have learned a whole new respect for caregivers.  Caring for my invalid husband after knee surgery, while not quite over pneumonia myself, also taught me a whole new level of meekness.  Now my hubby who still has his ups and downs, is doing better, but the Lord has taught both of us, patience, humility, and caring for each other in our old age.  I would like to reblog this next story, as it involves one of the most humble people I know…


LEARNING HUMILITY,  Journal Entry,  October, 2010  (Reblog from, “My Stories Begin”)

Every week I wait for him!  He is so faithful and always shows up rain or shine.  Occasionally when I am feeling a little bit grateful, I run outside to reward him with a small tip.  “I haven’t tipped you in awhile, so I thought it was time I come out to say thanks!” I shouted one morning.

“Oh, no thank you!  I don’t need that!  I just need a prayer today,” he replied.

“OK, I’ll pray for you today, but here is a tip for lunch anyway!” I insisted.

He graciously said thank you, continued doing his nauseating work and then drove away.  As he waved goodbye, I wondered to myself if I could do that unpleasant job week after week.  Watching him drive that huge truck, I realized he is the humble one, not me!  He faithfully works at what most of us wouldn’t stoop to doing.  It was even distasteful for him to accept a tip when all he asked for was a prayer!  I know he loves the Lord and probably thanks Him every day for his income!  As he drove away I thought, this sweet man could teach all of us a lesson in humility!

I’m sure you have guessed by now that he is my trash man!  I look forward to seeing his smiling face whenever I can catch sight of him, he moves so quickly!  The odor of my own garbage offends even me, but he joyfully picks it up every single week.  Never complaining, just smiling and doing the job God has provided for him and his family.

While having a conversation with a college professor, we discussed the thousands of dollars he gets paid to create online courses.  When I took my afternoon prayer walk, I thought about that little chat, “We should all be ashamed of ourselves when we take pride in anything we accomplish, without giving credit to the Lord.”  All I could think about was how my garbage man thanks God every day for his meager work!  I wonder if most of us would even do that job if God told us too!

How can we know anything about subjection?  No wonder the Lord tells us, “But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy great peace,”  (Psalms 37:11 NIV)

That hard working guy has no clue as to how much he humbles me!

Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

Acts 20:19,  “Serving the Lord with all humility…”  (KJV)



PTSD And Veterans

Dear Readers,

This blog came out of one of my 2011 journals when I happened upon a very angry senior veteran…


PTSD AND VETERANS,  Journal Entry, 8-15-2011


Once or twice a week I do my volunteer job at our local hospital and I have only one thing on my mind, “Who can I witness to about the Lord today?”  Each morning, as I start my job, I quickly pray and ask for guidance.

Today was nothing special, just the usual, “Hi my name is Claire!  Would you like a book or some magazines to read…?”  Then a comment from someone, or a certain look, will start a conversation.  Sometimes, an opportunity will show it’s face for me to talk about God.  Every volunteer day I wait for that opportunity!  I look and listen for that special chance.  In and out of every patient room I pray for healing, salvation, and peace to come over the sick.  But today was routine.

Finally I finished my work and headed for my dinner in the cafeteria.  I sat down at a table to wait until the workers started to serve lunch at eleven.  Only one other volunteer was waiting ahead of me.  We talked awhile and out of nowhere I felt the urge to mention God!  Suddenly, his conversation turned to anger!  Anger against God, against war (Vietnam in particular), and against people!

“Where did this come from?” I asked my coworker.  “Is today an anniversary or something?”

“No, I’m always like this!” he responded.

“I have never seen this side of you before!  Have you ever gotten any counseling for this PTSD, to help you deal with all this anger?” I went on questioningly.

“Ya, I did!  After the war they took us aside before we left and told us we can’t do this and this and this and that anymore, when we get home!  That was all the advice we were given!  I don’t believe in God!  What kind of a God would allow those horrible things to happen?”  His frustration and anger showed all over his face.

“That’s not what I asked you!  Have you ever talked to anyone professionally about all the horror you had to go through while you were there?”

Then I was shocked at some of the horrific things he told me that went on in Vietnam!  “Why would God allow such atrocities?  Why?” he begged me for an answer.

This man is one of my favorite people here at the hospital.  Every work day I pray for God to tell me who He wants me to talk to today.  So, I decided my dear friend was the special one God sent!

“I don’t know the answer to that question, my friend.  But I do know that we can’t survive without HIM!  I write a Christian blog!”  I told him as I reached into my pocket.  ” Here’s a few of my stories that I have written over many years.  They are all true!  They are about all the things God has done in my life!”

“You like to read, I know you do!  Read these and tell me what you think, ok?  Here’s my blog address, if you would like to read more of them!”

Amazingly it was time to get our lunch, so we got up and jumped in line.  My friend went and sat down, but before I left to head home, I went back to talk to him for one last comment.

“Listen dear friend, you are one of my favorite people here!  I don’t want to get to heaven without you being there!  We’ll talk some more ok?”  I smiled and walked away.  He smiled back at me, for the first time since his angry outburst started.

Something must have triggered his post traumatic stress today!  God knew it was going to happen, and sent him in my path at lunchtime, only moments before I left the hospital.  Isn’t that amazing that we should cross paths at the exact same time?  I actually believed it was going to end up to be just another simple day at work!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

P.S.  Luke 19:10,  “For the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”  (NKJV)

Luke 19:10,  “For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.”  (NIV)


To Victor Goes The Victory

Dear Readers,

After losing four loved ones in as many months, the Lord reminded me of a funeral from years ago…


TO VICTOR GOES THE VICTORY,    Journal Entry, 1990’s

While working as an inspector at the RTA, I was out and about doing my job.  This one particular day, I remembered that one of our bus drivers, a guy named Victor, had recently lost his father, a well loved Pastor in the area.

On Main Street in Worcester, Ma., as I was driving by his church, the Lord pulled me in for a visit.  I had no intention of stopping as I was on duty, but my two-way radio was quiet and I thought,  “Why not!  It will be respectful and only for a few minutes!”

I have always avoided wakes and funerals ever since my father passed away when I was only fourteen.  They are difficult for me and bring back a flood of memories from my childhood.

As I exited the inspector car in the parking area, I could hear beautiful music filtering outside to the city streets!  What I saw next was absolutely magnetic!  Opening the sanctuary door I entered to a jam packed interior of believers who were standing, clapping, singing, and rejoicing, like no other funeral service I had ever attended.  The sounds pulled me in to rejoice with all of them!

As I stood in the very back of the building, I became overwhelmed with the Holy Spirit like never before!  It was incredible!  I never wanted to leave!  I just wanted to stay there forever in that peaceful place, never to return to the city streets again!

I was happy, joyous, and content.  The music filled my soul, my mind, and my heart, and yet I didn’t even know this well respected man.  My friend and coworker Victor finally spotted me hiding in the nave of the church and came to thank me for stopping by.

“What is this, Vic?  I have never experienced a funeral like this!  It’s wonderful and energetic and fulfilling!  I don’t want to leave!”

“Claire,” he said gently, “This is how we celebrate when a loved one goes to be with the Lord!  It is not a sad time!  It is a joyous time!  We don’t cry, we sing and dance and praise God!  My father would do the same if he were here!”

I went on, “I can’t seem to pull myself away!  I don’t want to leave!  I feel so fulfilled spiritually!  I just don’t want to leave, I want to stay forever!”

Victor gently smiled at me, as my radio woke me up to reality.  I hugged him good bye and sadly said, “I have to go back to work! ”  Then slowly, ever so slowly, I left heaven and returned to earth!

The entire rest of my shift all I wanted to do was run back to that precious service of rejoicing!  I will never forget that time in my life when, for a unique few minutes, I stepped out of the hell of the city streets and into a heavenly church funeral!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo


Phil. 1:21,  “For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.”  (NKJV)






My Testimony

Dear Readers,

I believe with all my heart that God chooses my stories.  Today it is my testimony from my journal.  This is a reblog from way back when I started blogging in 2010…

MY TESTIMONY,   (Archives Blog From Nov. 13, 2010)

In my early 30’s I began to wonder if there was more to God than I knew about.  And so my search started!  My best friend was also searching.  Both of us were unsettled in our worlds and wondering what was missing in our lives.

One day, over a cup of tea at her home, we were asking each other many questions about religion and God.  While chatting, there was a knock on her front door and it was the new young pastor from the church in our little town of East Brookfield, Massachusetts.

Pastor John was invited in and we proceeded to bombard that poor man with questions!  He politely answered all of them, and then invited us to a women’s bible study on Thursday mornings.

After attending that class for a couple of months and studying the bible, as I sat at the weekly study, one very bold lady looked me squarely in the face and said, “Have you invited Jesus into your heart yet?”  I hesitated and shook my head no!

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she blurted out.

I didn’t know it then, but several ladies were offended at her bluntness towards me.  Actually, what she said was exactly what I needed to hear!  All the way home I thought about her comment and questioned myself, “What am I waiting for?”  That very night, while I was washing my supper dishes and staring out the window, I invited Jesus Christ into my heart, and my life has never been the same since.

A few days later the pastor stopped by to visit me and apologize for the bluntness of my study partner.

“No Pastor John, you are wrong!” I reassured him.  “She said exactly what I needed to hear!  I got saved that night pastor, I invited Jesus into my heart!”

Obviously he was elated!  Shortly after that evening I started writing these journal stories about how Jesus has changed my life, and now as I turn 74 years old this month, I am still writing my life’s stories.

I’m not sure why the Lord wanted me to reblog my testimony today, but after several years of blogging, I am still trying to be obedient to what I feel Him impressing on my mind!  This is His blog site, not mine!  I know He blesses obedience.

I have only one question before I close today!  “Dearest readers, what are you waiting for?  Invite Jesus into your heart today!  You will never regret it!”

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

PS  My friend got saved as well!

John 3:16,  “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”    (NIV)


Don’t Miss An Opportunity

Dear Readers,

This blog came from my 2011 journals and is about how the Lord controls our ministries and often warns us ahead of time what to do and what to say…


DON’T MISS AN OPPORTUNITY,  Journal Entry, 6-13-2011

Today is volunteer day at the hospital for me.  My job is to go from patient room to room passing out books and magazines.  Maybe even pass out some prayer and a little chat time, if the Lord shows me.  Before work, sometimes I take a two mile jaunt around the open farm field in front of my house.  It’s my private prayer time with the Lord.

This particular walk I specifically heard the Lord tell me,  “Bring another story to share because you are going to get an opportunity today to speak of Me!”  So, when I headed off to work, I did as I was told and brought some extra stories from the archives of my blog site.

Sure enough, only a few rooms into my rounds, that is exactly what happened.  When I came to room 107, a nice quiet room at the end of the first hallway, (our hospital is shaped like a giant spider), as I entered I knew immediately this was the person the Lord prepared me for.  He was emotional, searching, and frightened!  He was questioning his own faith, but yet full of faith as well.  Also, he was fighting a battle with cancer.

At first I asked him if he would like some of my reading material.  Then I said a quick prayer and began gently talking about the Lord.  He mentioned his denomination and shared with me that he was questioning if it was the correct place of worship for him.

Tears came to his eyes as he spoke, “I’m afraid I might be missing out on part of the beauty of the Lord!”  I listened intently as he continued, “I have been in one denomination my whole life, but recently a preacher told me how to get closer to the Holy Spirit, about praying in a prayer language, and about all the spiritual gifts God has for us!”

He looked questioningly into my eyes, almost demanding me for a second opinion.  I knew it was time to share,  “One pastor told me that more people pray in tongues in other denominations than you could ever possibly imagine!”

Then, I did something I never ever thought I would do!  I shared my personal secret!  As I looked into his wondering eyes I said, “Well, I’m a conservative Baptist and I pray privately in tongues, and I have for many many years!  No one in my church knows that about me!”

He seemed almost relieved to hear that another person was feeling the way he was!  Like for the first time in his life it was okay to wonder!

We talked for at least half an hour, and then I decided to read him a previous blog entitled, “Dandelion Puff”  (Archives- February 2011).

Suddenly, his wife came in the door and he introduced her.  Sweet lady!  We all chatted a bit more and then I excused myself to get back to work.  Exiting his room I glanced back at the two of them, and immediately got a deep urging to pray!  “Let’s pray before I go, okay?” I asked.

Tears of fear filled their eyes when we held hands.  Cancer does that to people.  It fills us with fears of death and gets us thinking deeply about our lives.  I shared with them that when I went through cancer the ultra sound picture they took of my lump, was in the shape of a perfect dove, so I knew in my heart that I was going to be all right, even though it was still rough for the next year, until all the surgeries, radiation therapy,  and doctor visits were finally finished.

Then I prayed,  “Thank you Father for this profound meeting, for the patient’s new doctor that he is so pleased with, and especially for sending us Your Son, Jesus!  Please cover this patient with His blood and take care of him, in Jesus’s name, amen!”

I left that room knowing this was definitely the person that God told me I would encounter today.  How special this visit was!  How very special indeed!  I’m glad God prepared me for this moment!

Looking back at the corner room I whispered, “Thank you again Lord, for this wonderful opportunity to serve You!”

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

Jeremiah 7:23,  “But this is what I commanded them, saying,  “Obey my voice and I will be your God, and you shall be My people.  And walk in all the ways that I have commanded you, that it may be well with you.” (NKJV)