A FLASH OF YELLOW-2

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

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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

 

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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)

 

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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”

 

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Thought For The Day

Dear Readers,

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

 

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

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)

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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.

“I HAVE THE BIG C!  THEY JUST TOLD ME!”

“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)

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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.”   (http://victorious.org/translat.htm) .

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)

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THE SURPRISE HEALING

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!

 

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THE MIRACLE CORN

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!

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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!

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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!”

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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!”

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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!

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