Retirement To The Show Me State

Dear Readers,

After retiring, we decided to take a motor home trip around the country praying for the Lord to show us a perfect retirement area, and this is where we ended up…

RETIREMENT TO THE SHOW ME STATE,   Journal Entry-  August, 2006

The morning sky is purple, and then it suddenly turns to yellow!  Our new home of seven days in Halfway (Vantown section) Missouri faces the eastern sky to beautiful sunrises.  Early to bed and early to rise seniors that we are, this incredible sight appears to us as we sip our morning coffee!  Twenty five acres of alfalfa lay across our front yard, skirted by a tree line of hardwoods and pines.  It is like a painted masterpiece instead of real life!  I still wonder why the Lord has brought us here.

Nothing short of a miracle turned our lives around in just a few months!  Still unpacking, this is the only journal notebook I could locate.  It is full of stories from the beginning of our search, mostly about the possibility of moving to Missouri, and here we are!

I thought New Braintree, Massachusetts was rural!  Little did I realize just what the word “RURAL” really meant!  Mooing cows across the field, have opened my eyes to real farm country.  “Why Lord?” I continue to ask, “Why have you brought us 1400 miles from everything we know?”

The sale of the house in New Braintree, Mass. continues to go well, and is scheduled to close in a few days, unlike here in the mid west, where closings happen immediately and with little or no regulations.  We were regulated to death on everything in the New England area, which cost us a fortune in fees!

Now, we sit in wonderment on our front porch and loom over the alfalfa field that spreads out like a giant green blanket before us.  We observe hummingbirds, locusts, coy dogs, turkeys, gophers, lizards, rabbits, raccoons, armadillos and more, living in the field.  No deer yet, but C.J. can’t wait for them to appear!  Another nice quality we have noticed, we almost never see or feel the sting of a mosquito!  Must be the dry area we live in!

It’s a different climate than we are used to.  More like two seasons than four.  Summer seems to roll right into winter very quickly and vice versa.  I thought I heard the Lord whisper to me, “The move is spiritual and economic!”


Hard to believe, but here it is March of 2019, going on almost 13 years since relocating here, and we are still in the same spot the Lord brought us to!  It has proven to be a great retirement area with a strong Christian base, stable economy, steady taxes, house prices, food prices, and employment!  The weather is a little scary in the spring, but the winters are mild.  Summers are hot, unlike New England, so air conditioning is a must!

It is obvious that the Lord moved us here as an answer to our prayers, and brought along some of our extended family to make us more comfortable!  In the bible He says to “pray unceasingly” about everything.  C.J. and I are now 70 and 75 years old, so I guess going to senior activities, volunteering, and waiting on the Lord every day we have left, is a real gift from God!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

Titus 2:13,  “While we wait for the blessed hope, the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ”  (NIV)



It’s Time For Women To Step Up

Dear Readers,

I am appalled at what is happening in some states in our country regarding infanticide!  I debated abortion over 43 years ago shortly after legalization  (Read my blog- Abortion Yes or No).  As I am turning 75 years old this February, the Lord has laid this blog heavily on my heart…


With all the contraceptives available to women today, why are there still so many abortions here in America?  It is time for women to step up!  We all know that sex is not going to change!  We all know that rapists and abusers are every where!  We all know that reproduction is part of life.

Abortion is murder, plain and simple, whether the child is one month or nine months into growth!  Millions of babies all over the USA have been created by God (Hebrews 2:13) and are being ripped from their mother’s womb.  So many couples want desperately to adopt these children because they can’t have a child naturally, or because they want to save a life!

If we are not controlled by God, then we are controlled by satan (Romans 6:6+7).  There is nothing in the middle!  Yes, God forgives our sins if we ask Him, and “Thou shalt not kill” is included in the ten commandments.  Abortion is killing!

Here’s a question for you!  Why doesn’t our health insurance or our government give out free contraception?  Think of how many women that would stop from having to make this decision!  In many places abortions are free, why not contraception?

Forty three years ago I had a decision to make, to keep or abort an unexpected third pregnancy!  Abortion had just become legal in America, with tremendous restrictions, but legal!  Thank God, I prayed about this decision and listened to what the Lord told me.  He also opened my eyes with a couple of powerful signs sent to me the very day I called my doctor.

Today, 61 million dead babies later, my own sweet third child has her Master’s Degree in Social Work and specializes in Geriatrics, assisting the elderly with all their end of life decisions, and she also trains other social workers all across the country!  I could not be more proud of all her achievements, or of any of my children’s achievements for that matter.

God’s timing is always perfect and He decided the time for her to enter the world was October of 1976, and that was that!  God doesn’t make mistakes, only we do, and we make lots of them!

Please don’t make this mistake if you are carrying a child!  Save a life, get your tubes tied, use contraceptives, practice abstinence, consider adoption, but don’t let abortion be your solution, please!

As a volunteer at our local hospital, I see more than half a dozen newborns, every time I work!  I pray for each and every one of them to have parents that will love them, care for them, and teach them about Jesus!

Turn to Jesus, He will help you make the right decision!

Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

Psalms 127:3,  “Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.”  (NKJV)

Exodus 20:13,  “Thou shalt not kill”  (NIV)


Experiencing New Life

Dear Readers,

As I approach 10 years of volunteering at our local hospital, my blogs hopefully reflect my love for what I do…

EXPERIENCING NEW LIFE,  Journal Entry,  June, 2016

Arriving at the birthing center, which is a locked facility at our hospital, I picked up the phone to gain entrance but no one answered.  I kept trying and finally was buzzed in.  When I arrived at the nurses station it was empty.  Not one person was available to answer my questions.  Only one woman was present, her head and hands folded in prayer, leaning against a birthing room door.  The silence was deafening!

Suddenly a scream from inside that birthing room caused the visitor to panic.  I quickly realized why there wasn’t a single nurse or doctor visible.  A second scream made me realize I had entered the department at a crucial moment during  a mother’s hard labor.

The fretting person was a panicky family member, so I dropped my magazine cart, rushed over to her and said, “Quick, let’s pray!”  She grabbed my hands and bowed her head, “Lord, please help this young mother to get through all this pain as quickly as possible.  Cover her with your blood and surround her with angels and make her laboring pass quickly, in Jesus name, amen!”  She thanked me for the prayers as we both heard a final scream, then a baby’s cry, and that was it, a new life was born!  That quickly!

I was told by her family, “Only 20 minutes of hard labor and a large baby boy came into the world!”

God is so good!  In all my years of volunteer work, I have never experienced being this close to a birth!  It was priceless to be able to pray a few quick words with a frightened family member.

I continued my rounds and went from room to room on my own, knocking on doors to ask about my books and magazines.  An exhausted nurse soon came out of the busy birthing room and started to tell me which rooms I could visit.  “Don’t worry, I took care of all of them already!” and smiled at her.

As I left the center I was overjoyed to have been so close for this special event.  Walking the long halls of the hospital, I heard my favorite baby song over the speaker system announcing the birth of our newborn boy.  Each time an infant enters the world I am thankful!  I happily grinned and thought, “I was there for this one! Thank you Father, thank you soooooo much for this child entering the world on my watch!  Please Lord, give the children loving, caring parents that will raise them to know your Son Jesus, amen!”

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

John 3:6,  “Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit”   (NIV)



Dear Readers,

I know miracles happen every day but I still feel the need to write about mine, maybe just because people should hear them.   Today was a scary time and a wonderful time as well.  Today was a miracle day…

A FLASH OF YELLOW,   Journal Entry,  March, 1991

My usual routine of driving school bus began at 7 A.M..  With the blue sky and warm March sun rising in the east, I said my daily prayer as I boarded, “Lord, please put angels on my wheels and around my bus!  Watch over all my children, in Jesus’s name, amen.”

A ton of responsibility comes with being a school bus driver!  With a cargo of 120 precious babies (four to a seat), they depend on a cautious pick up and delivery each day.  Parents even relax and sit back for a second cup of coffee at the sight of my closing bi-fold doors.


Today on my afternoon route, a driver’s worst nightmare became my reality!  All was going well as I picked up my kids after school.  I headed up Ramshorn Road making my usual stops.  Approaching an apartment building where several children usually get off, I stopped  busy highway traffic in both directions, but only two students exited.  Not unusual, as often times parents pick children up early.  Upon opening my door, a shout came from the rear of my bus, “Emily was supposed to get off!”  A kindergartner came running up the aisle from the back.  I reopened the door, she exited and crossed the highway and ran into her house.  Once again, I tried to close my doors to free up the impatient traffic when yet another shout came from the rear of my vehicle, “My little sister wasn’t supposed to get off here today!” her brother remembered, “I forgot she is supposed to go to my uncle’s house with me!  I don’t think my mom is home!”

Getting restless the traffic began to blow their horns and started inching their way forward.  I was forced to make a split second decision, “OK, you go get her and I will wait for both of you!”  Her big brother exited quickly and crossed the very busy street.

My stop lights and sign still on for longer than normal, traffic piling up, and 40-50 restless children left to deliver, helped me to make another decision to close my doors and let the traffic pass, move forward a little, and reopen my doors for the returning children.

The cars passed and the boy returned to the bus and mumbled at me in passing, “Emily is OK!” and he proceeded to run to the back of the bus again.  I glanced over at their house and figured her brother had checked and mom was home and I could finally be on my way.  I closed my door, released my hand brake, checked all my mirrors again, put my bus into drive, and pushed the gas peddle!

Most people aren’t aware that school buses have mirrors that reveal a sweeping view of only three sides of their bus!  Most people also aren’t aware of how tiny a kindergartner’s body is to this monstrous 26,000 pound vehicle!  No matter how much we drill the children about safety, a frightened five-year-old does not think!  He or she only panics!

As I hit the accelerator, a flash of yellow sped past only one mirror, then disappeared from view!  I hit my brakes with all the might in my entire body and fear rushed through me like a lightning bolt!  I threw open my doors and prayed, “Please God, please!”

As God is my judge, I sit here writing this in tears and I admit that no way on earth should I have missed hitting that 50 pound flash of yellow!  I know the distance between the visual view of my mirrors and the tiny bodies that disappear in front of my massive vehicle.

Eternity passed!  Emily, whom I thought was safely in her home with mom, appeared in my door in her little yellow jacket, frightened, crying, and panic stricken that she would be left behind alone!  She had rushed out of the house because mom was not home as I assumed by her brother’s comment in passing.

I grabbed her, held her, comforted her, and cried with her all at the same time!  I honestly believed she went under my front wheels!  Neither of us could stop trembling!  After catching my breath and seating little Emily, I found a quiet spot to pull over and again drilled the little ones on safety rules.

After dropping off my last child securely to his home, about a half mile down that road, I stopped and broke down into deep uncontrollable sobbing.  It felt like the Holy Spirit was sitting in my bus with me, comforting me with His presence.  Through tearful eyes and catching my breath, I glanced around at the countryside and saw a distant pond covered with Canadian geese.  With a sigh of relief I prayed again, “Thank You Lord, thank You, thank You, thank You!”

There are four guardian angels on my wheels and only the good Lord knows how many surround my bus!  To this day, I never drive anywhere without covering my vehicle with angels!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

Luke 4:10,  “He shall give his angels charge over you, to keep you”  (NKJV)

P.S.  Today, thank God, the school buses are equipped with a long metal arm that stretches out in front of the bus when they stop, forcing the children to go around it, enabling the drivers visibility on all four sides


The Bunting

Dear Readers,

My Christmas blog is a story from 1993.  A letter sent to my son in Denver, Colorado.  It is about a vision God gave me in October of 93, concerning his first born, my brand new grandson…


THE BUNTING,  Journal Entry- October 26, 1993

Dear Arthur,

I know I don’t write to you very often, but I thought I should tell you this incredible message the Lord gave me recently.  Here is the exact entry I made in my journal a few days ago…

JOURNAL ENTRY- Saturday,  October 23, 1993

” I received a message today!  I worry a lot about my infant grandson.  His other grandmother loves him dearly and holds him, cuddles him, and kisses him as much as she can.  The problem is she is dying of a very contagious disease which is a killer of small infants.

I pray for little Zakkary to be safe and yet for her to be able to hold him and love him in her last moments of life.  Zak is her only grandchild, as well as my only grandchild.  Sometimes  I get a “Zak Attack” because we live so far away, and don’t get to see him very often.    I want to hold him, and I also fear for his life.   I pray and ask the Lord to take away my fear and help me to trust Him in this difficult situation.

This morning while out jogging, I looked up into the sky and the Lord blessed me with a vision.  I saw little Zak wrapped in a red bunting with a giant zipper on the front.  As I watched, it zipped up over his entire body and filled me with great peace and warmth.  Smiles and laughter filled my soul!  I instantly knew that the red bunting represented Jesus’s blood and it’s protection around his tiny 14 pound body!  The fact that it zipped over his head was also significant, as it suggested God’s protection was covering his entire being.  In the sky when I saw him, Zak’s head was on my left and his feet on my right.  This special message brought peace to my mind, as I thanked God over and over and over for this vision.”  (This was the end of my Journal Entry )

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“I want to tell you son, I shared this vision with your father and he knew immediately what it meant and gave me scripture to back it up.  I was told long ago that we should always try to back up visions and messages with the Word of God.  Daddy as you know, is very knowledgeable of the bible.  He told me that in  Solomon’s “Song of Songs,” chapter 2:4-6, verse 4 says, “He has taken me to the banquet hall and his banner over me is love.”  (In the thesaurus, Banner also means Bunting.)  And verse 6 says, “His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.”

The most amazing thing Artie, is that when I get these visions, they line up with the Word!  But, the peace that comes with them, is absolutely wonderful!.  I can’t emphasize enough to you how safe Zak is!  The bunting was scriptural, the red was representative of Jesus’s blood, and also the position of his head left and his feet to the right, was significant too!   I pray that this vision will bring you peace, as it has to me!

Everyone here in New England is learning to tolerate me when I get my “ZAK ATTACKS” and I want to hold him so badly that I can’t hardly stand it.  I’ll probably get those attacks for the next 20 years.  Oh well, say hi to everyone for me and know that I pray for all of you daily.  Please hug and kiss little Zakkary for me too!”

Love you all,  Mom  xoxoxo


P.S.  I hope you all enjoyed reading my old letter.  My grandson  Zak is now 25 years old and has recently rededicated his life to the Lord

Love in Christ,   Claire xoxo



Abortion- Yes or No?

Dear Readers,

Since Roe V Wade passed, over 60,000,000 babies have been aborted in the USA.  Our God can’t be pleased.  This reblog is about the decision I made almost 43 years ago…

ABORTION- YES OR NO?    Journal Entry,   September, 1981

What a decision!  Discovering I was pregnant with my third child brought on an emotional trauma.  The timing was totally wrong.  Our two older children were in school all day, our appliance business needed my full-time help, and we already had a family of four crammed into a tiny four room house.  Even my baby furniture was long gone!

Completely unprepared for this unwanted pregnancy, I actually considered abortion.  But, being a brand new born-again Christian, I knew my thoughts were shameful.  Somehow diapers, bottles, and midnight feedings just didn’t fit into my inundated schedule.

An early checkup verified that I wasn’t mistaken.  Knowing this pregnancy was amiss, I became a bundle of nerves.  But two incidents happened in one day that I know were sent from God.

First, while phoning for my second appointment with my obstetrician, his receptionist commented nonchalantly, “Do you want to keep it or get rid of it?”

Stunned by her abrasiveness I replied, “Why, does it make a difference?”

“Yes, it does!” she answered casually, “Call us back if you want to get rid of it!  Otherwise, call someone else.”  I couldn’t believe my ears.  My doctor had now gone to doing just abortions.  No more births!

Later that same day our purebred German Shepherd, who was in heat, broke loose from her dog pen.  Fearing a litter of mongrel pups because she was gone for a couple of hours, I phoned our vet immediately for advice.

“I have an abortion shot and abortion pills,” he cautioned me, “But I don’t recommend them!  They are dangerous for the dog and could make her ill and sterile!  I really do not recommend using them!” he said emphatically.  And again, I couldn’t believe my ears.  In one day more concern had been shown for my dog, than had been shown for my unborn child!  Something was terribly wrong!

That day was the turning point in my pregnancy.  I decided that this baby was the Lord’s will and everything would work itself out.  Even though the timing seemed absolutely wrong to me, the Lord must have decided the time was right.  I asked God to forgive me and I put the abortion idea out of my mind forever.

Everything did work itself out as I’m sure God knew it would.  I stopped working two weeks before my baby was born, and my sister-in-law took over my position at work.  Most of my baby furniture came back to me from our family.  Within two years we moved into a three bedroom house.

Now, almost five years later, my blonde blue-eyed daughter keeps us all young.  She’s extremely bright, has a loud mouth, and fights for her place in our family.  When she puts her little arms around my neck and says, “Mommy, I love you sooooooooooooo much,” I think back and thank the Lord for helping me to make the right decision.

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

P.S.  Last month she turned 42 years old, has her Master’s Degree, and is a Geriatric Social Worker dedicated to helping seniors get what they need in health care and end of life necessities.  What a blessing she is to me and many others!

Psalms 139:13-16,  “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful.  I know that full well.  My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.  When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body.  All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”    (NIV)



Halloween Horror

Dear Readers,

Here is a quick little story that happened when my children were young…

HALLOWEEN HORROR,  Journal Entry,  October 1977

It was our usual October preparation time for Halloween.  We decorated our house, sometimes put costumes on the adults, shut off all the lights and put on some creepy music, etc.  I was feeling uncomfortable about even celebrating this holiday, especially since recently being a born-again Christian because God and Satan had become so real and alive to me.  Also, there were more and more dangerous events happening to young children every year, especially in the cities and subdivisions.

We were living on in Colorado Springs, Colorado at the time, and there were tons of kids in our neighborhood who went out trick or treating.  My children as well, although I expressed to my family that I didn’t want to celebrate this holiday any more!  I even told my kids I would buy them a bunch of candy.  Mall trick or treating and Halloween parties weren’t popular yet.  Just going door to door and staying out late so you could hit all the houses in your area.

Well as usual, I reluctantly stocked up on candy knowing the doorbell would be endless, and my kids went out trick or treating.  Adults didn’t even tag along in the seventies.  I handed out lots of treats and nervously waited for my children to return home.  When they did, I would always scrutinize their candy bags for potential dangerous treats.  I had a fight on my hands every time I mentioned stopping celebrating Halloween!

As my children returned home and the neighbors coming to the door slowed down, I decided it was time to examine their bags.  The kids poured out their treats in different spots on the floor and I proceeded to check every item, especially the ones not sealed.  Straws were a favorite for the crazies.  Sure enough, when I opened one of my daughter’s straws and investigated it, I discovered it had been emptied and refilled with soap powder or detergent. I’m not sure which.  I got frightened and wouldn’t let them eat anything until I checked every single item!

Then as my son poured out his bag, I noticed he had fruit, an apple, which looked innocent enough, but I didn’t trust anything open.  I told him, “I’m going to cut this in half just to check it, okay!”  And, yet again, I found the apple was full of straight pins and sewing needles that were so well hidden you could not see them at all from the outside of the fruit.

That was enough for me!  I freaked!  I grabbed up all of it, every speck of anything and threw it into the garbage can.  The three of them were upset, but as a mother, I could have cared less!  I told them, “Let’s go to the store and I will buy each of you a bunch of candy!”

That was the last time we ever celebrated Halloween in my family.  Oh, we still hand out candy to the neighborhood, but never again did my children  go trick or treating.  Slowly but surely I convinced my family to do something special other than that old tradition!

The crazies continued to hurt children for years and get in the newspapers the next day.  Almost no one ever got caught for the harm they did because it was impossible to trace.  It has become so dangerous that many people have now  stopped door to door and gone to house or mall parties.  They are considered safer.  All for a bag of free candy!  Can you imagine!

Love in Christ,    Claire  xoxo

Psalms 46:10,  “Be still and know that I am God”



Thought For The Day

Dear Readers,

Every single time I enter the hospital for my volunteer job, I ask the Lord for two things…



As I enter the building and walk the corridors of the hospital, my prayers are always the same…

“Please cover my patients with the blood of Jesus and surround them with angels.  Heal them as quickly as possible and get them home to their own beds…”

“Please cover all the sick children and newborns with His blood, surround them with angels, and give them loving, caring, kind, protective parents that will raise them to know your Son Jesus, amen.”

One volunteer day God gave me a precious, eye-opener!  As I entered a very dark room there was a patient lying in bed.  At closer observation, I noticed a crib tucked in the corner.  As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I observed the adult was holding a tiny infant.  I didn’t want to disturb them so I spoke softly and offered my complimentary reading materials.

The worried parent whispered, “No thank you,” so I backed away and headed for the door.  As I was leaving, I felt the Lord telling me to “Pay attention!”  A whisper in my head also told me to look back and observe the answer to my years of prayers!  So as not to disturb the infant, I turned back, smiled, and spoke softly from my heart to the young parent.

“You know hon, every single time I enter this hospital I ask the Lord to please send loving parents to raise each and every child in this hospital.  I just wanted you to know sweetheart, that I am observing the answer to my prayers right now as I look at you!  You are the exact kind of parent that I have prayed for my nine years as a volunteer!  I am thanking God for YOU, right now!”

A teary-eyed youngster spoke, “Thank you for that kind comment!”

“You are welcome!  I will be praying for your little peanut tonight in my evening prayers!”  I left that room knowing and trusting in God for this child’s healing.

Isn’t it strange how we sometimes pray the same prayers for years and often never notice how many of them God is answering!  This morning our pastor said,   “We must believe from our heart when we talk to God, that He is listening to us!”

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

Matt. 21:22,  “And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.”   (NKJV)


The Big C

Dear Readers,

Just when I think I am running out of stories, the Lord reminds me He is not finished with me yet…

THE BIG C,   Journal Entry,  2018

At my volunteer job I did my usual rounds seeing people and offering them reading materials.  After visiting many ill patients, one in particular stands out.  As I entered the patient’s room, before I could speak, the infirmed turned to me filled with fear, looked deeply into my eyes and out of nowhere suddenly started speaking.


“Excuse me?  What did you say hon?” I responded.

Angry and frightened the patient repeated, “I said, they just told me that I have the Big C!  You do know what the Big C is, right?”

Looking directly into those eyes of fear, I took a deep breath and said, “THE BIG C!  Yes, I know all about the big C!  I have been there and done that!”

The anger and fear continued to show, “You have?  Both my parents died of the big C!  I guess I know what that means for me!”

Remembering the moment I was told that I had cancer, I instantly asked the Lord to give me the right words for comfort.  “You can’t go by what your parents went through!  There have been so many new breakthroughs since then!”  As we continued to relate to each other, I was asked, “You look okay!  When did you have it and what kind did you have?”

I’m not supposed to talk about illness, but this person was obviously looking for some kind of hope, so I shared my story…

“Well, I am great and I’m going to be 75 on my next birthday!  Some people in my family have died from this illness too, but you don’t know what God has in store for you!  Just because your parents passed from cancer, doesn’t mean you will!  Only God knows when we will go to be with Him!  I write a Christian blog and I want you to read my blog entitled, “The Dove.”  It’s about my battle with this disease.

“How long ago was this battle?” the questions continued.

“About 15 years now!” I said.  Suddenly, I felt the urging in my Spirit to read that blog to my anxious friend.  I could actually see a calm and relaxing feeling take over the victim, as I read about the entire year of my illness.

As usual, the nurses needed to enter the room and do their work.  With only a couple minutes left, quickly I held hands and we prayed.  Beautiful and encouraging words came out of my mouth directly from God,  “Lord, why do we fret over things?  You have healed lepers, raised the dead, and driven all kinds of sickness out of people!  Surely You can handle this illness as you did mine fifteen years ago!  Please take control of all of it, in Jesus’s name, amen.”

As the nurses walked into the room, I looked up and saw a very peaceful person.  “That was a beautiful prayer, really!  The words were so special!  Thank you so much!” my new friend responded.

I had to leave quickly but looked back and saw a relaxed attitude, that went from fear to hope before my eyes!  I wished I didn’t have to leave, but the patient was being released to go home and plan for what lies ahead, hopefully trusting in the Lord for all of it!

Love in Christ,    Claire  xoxo

P.S.  Always remember to pray about everything!

2 Tim.1:7,  “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”  (NKJV)


Which Bible Should I Read?

Dear Readers,

There is so much confusion about which bible is the correct one, the most accurate, the actual Word of God?  How do we decide…


WHICH BIBLE SHOULD I READ?    Journal Entry,  September 16, 2011

Today a middle-aged Christian woman said something to me I will never forget.

“I don’t believe all that stuff in the bible!  It’s been written and translated so many times you don’t know what to believe is true!”she said.

I thought about that comment for hours.  It seems to cover a lot of young people’s attitudes today.  We live in an age of highly educated, tech savvy people who may or may not believe Jesus is our Lord and Savior, but want to do their own research and draw their own conclusions about God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, sin, all of it!  The very brain God gifted us with is the same brain questioning His existence and His Word.

The woman went on, “There are so many different bibles, how do you know which one is right?  I’ll draw my own conclusions and not listen to a book written thousands of years ago, in hundreds of different interpretations!”

I know I am not a theologian, but I failed to come up with a solution for this highly educated lady!  An instant reply would have been nice!  I thought, “What do I say to her without sounding like a fool?”  So I went on, “Belief in the Bible” on the internet says in Rev. 21:5, “And he that sat upon the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.”  And he said unto me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.”  (Rev. 21:5, The Open Bible)

“Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.”  And He said to me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.  (NKJV)

“He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!”  Then He said,  “Write this down for these words are trustworthy and true.”  (NIV)

Dale Robbins wrote an article and said,  “After some research on the various versions, every believer would do well to zero in on a primary version to which they devote their study and commit passages to memory.  It is inadvisable to allow the issue of translation to become a distraction.  For the average laymen, most of the differences between the translations are relatively insignificant.”   ( .

Pray and ask the Lord for help, then just choose a version!  He will guide you!  He guided me over 42 years ago and I still read that same bible.

Love in Christ,   Claire   xoxo

1Cor.14:33,  “For God is not the author of confusion but of peace, as in all the churches of the saints.”  (NKJV)

1Cor.14:33,  “For God is not a God of disorder, but of peace, as in all the congregations of the saints.”  (NIV)

1Cor.14:33,  “Since He is not the God of disorder but of peace, as in all the churches of the holy ones.” (TNAB)