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Bus Driver-Ice Slide

     I drove a city vehicle for many years.  Sometimes a van, sometimes a 35′ or 40′ bus, and when I got a promotion, a company car.

     It is quite an accomplishment to maneuver a 40’x10′ bus around on a narrow city street, especially turning a corner.  They don’t bend in the middle.  But the bus company gave us excellent training and I also drove a school bus before I got the city job.

     I was a praying busdriver.  Driving in winter on the streets of Worcester, Massachusetts, if you don’t think prayers work, listen to this…

     It was the winter of 1992, a brutal one much like this year.  The route I was driving was especially mountainous.  At that time I mostly worked second shift routes.  One winter day it started out cold and rainy, but very quickly the temperature dropped and the roads turned to ice just like a skating rink.  The buses run no matter what the weather.  Only a few times in the last 50 years have they ever pulled them off the streets.

     I was driving the 22/32 Millbury-Jefferson run.  Very hilly.  Returning from the small town of Jefferson with my bus half-full of passengers, the road suddenly turned from wet and rainy to glare ice.  The city trucks had not yet come out to sand and salt the roads.

     As I approached the steep hill before the traffic light at the four lane intersection of Salisbury St. and Park Avenue, I carefully tapped my brakes at the top of the long grade to slow my bus before the approach.  At the top of the hill I hit the ice and immediately started to slow slide as all six of my wheels locked up.  There was no stopping that massive vehicle.  It was like watching a slow motion movie as I glided down to two cars that were stopped before me waiting for the red light to turn green.

     Believe me when I say you haven’t lived until you have been behind the wheel of an out of control city bus full of people!  I shouted to my passengers, "Brace yourselves everybody!  We are sliding down the hill!"  Everyone screamed and grabbed the seat in front of them.  I instantly prayed outloud, "Lord help me, please help me!"  I knew if I hit the parked cars in front of me I would kill someone for sure.  Getting hit by a bus is like getting hit by a truck or a train, almost always fatal.

     Fear consumed my hands, arms, legs, and feet.  I managed to keep the 35 footer straight, but the ice kept the wheels locked the entire length of the hill.  Never before in my life have I been able to see a horror coming for that length of time and been helpless to stop it.  I continued to pray aloud and shouted to my passengers to pray also.

     Within eight or ten feet of the beautiful Saab in front of me, miraculously the light turned green and both cars quickly accelerated and I slid clear through the four lane highway, and regained control on the other side where the sand trucks had just come through.  I couldn’t believe it!  Noone got hurt.  No vehicle was hit.  All the cars on both roads were fine, even the ones parked on each side of the busy intersection.

     No way in the world did I manage that crisis alone.  I thanked God all the way to city hall where I unloaded an extremely grateful group.  All of them thanked me as they alighted on, "Front St.-City Hall."

     I have never experienced fear quite like I did that winter day.  I do remember though, I always surrounded my bus with angels every time I left the bus barn.        Love in Christ,    Claire    xoxo  

     Ps. 91:11  "For He will command His angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways."

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City Bus Driver

     I drove a city vehicle for many years.  Sometimes a van, sometimes a 35′ or 40′ bus, and when I got a promotion, a company car.  
 
     It is quite an accomplishment to maneuver a 40’x10′ bus around on a narrow city street, especially turning a corner.  They don’t bend in the middle.  But the bus company gave us excellent training and I also drove a school bus before I got a city job.  
 
     I was a praying bus driver.  Driving in winter on the streets of Worcester, Massachusetts, if you don’t think prayers work, listen to this…  
 
     It was the winter of 1992, a brutal one much like this year.  The route I was driving was especially mountainous.  At that time I mostly worked second shift routes.  One winter day it started out cold and rainy, but very quickly the temperature dropped and the roads turned to ice just like a skating rink.  The buses run no matter what the weather.  Only a few times in the last 50 years have they ever pulled them off the streets.    
 
     I was driving  
     

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City Bus Driver

     I drove a city vehicle for many years.  Sometimes a van, sometimes a 35’or 40′ bus, and when I got a promotion, a company car.  
 
     It is quite an accomplishment to maneuver a 40’x10′ bus around on a narrow city street, especially turning a corner.  They don’t bend in the middle.  But the bus company gave us excellent training and I also drove a school bus before I got a city job.  
 
     I was a praying bus driver.  Driving in winter on the streets of Worcester, Massachusetts, if you don’t think prayers work, listen to this…  
 
     It was the winter of 1992, a brutal one much like this year.  The route I was driving was especially mountainous.  At that time I mostly worked second shift routes.  One winter day it started out cold and rainy, but very quickly the temperature dropped and the roads turned to ice just like a skating rink.  The buses run no matter what the weather.  Only a few times in the last 50 years have they ever pulled them off the streets.    
 
     I was driving  the 22/32 Millbury-Jefferson run.  Very hilly.  Returning from the small town of Jefferson with my bus half-full of passengers, the road suddenly turned from wet and rainy to glare ice.  The city trucks had not yet come out to sand and salt the roads.  
 
     As I approached the steep hill before the traffic light at the four lane intersection of Salisbury St. and Park Avenue, I carefully tapped my brakes at the top of the long grade to slow my bus before the approach.  At the top of the hill I hit glare ice and immediately started to slow slide as all six of my wheels locked up.  There was no stopping that massive vehicle.  It was like watching a slow motion movie as I glided down to two cars that were stopped before me waiting for the red light to turn green.    
 
     Believe me when I say you haven’t lived until you have been behind the wheel of an out of control city bus full of people!  I shouted to my passengers, "Brace yourselves everybody!  We are sliding down the hill!"  Everyone screamed and grabbed the seat in front of them.  I instantly prayed aloud, "Lord help me, please help me!"  I knew if I hit the parked cars in front of me I would kill someone for sure.  Getting hit by a bus is like getting hit by a truck or a train, almost always fatal.    
 
     Fear consumed my hands, arms, legs, and feet.  I managed to keep the 35 footer straight, but the ice kept the wheels locked the entire length of the hill.  Never before in my life have I been able to see a horror coming for that length of time and been helpless to stop it.  I continued to pray out loud and shouted to my passengers to pray also.      
 
     Within eight or ten feet of the beautiful Saab in front of me, miraculously the light turned green and both cars quickly accelerated and I slid clear through the four lane highway, and regained control on the other side where the sand trucks had just come through.  I couldn’t believe it!  Nobody got hurt.  No vehicle was hit.  All the cars on both roads were fine, even the ones parked on each side of the busy intersection.      
 
     No way in the world did I manage that crisis alone.  I thanked God all the way to city hall where I unloaded an extremely grateful group.  All of them thanked me as they alighted on, "Front St.-City Hall!"      
 
     I have never experienced fear quite like I did that winter day.  I do remember though, I always surrounded my bus with angels every time I left the bus barn.                        Love in Christ,               Claire     xoxo    
 
     Psalms 91:11   "For He will command His angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways."
 
      
     

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City Bus Driver

     I drove a city vehicle for many years.  Sometimes a van, sometimes a 35′ or 40′ bus, and when I got a promotion, a company car.  
 
     It is quite an accomplishment to maneuver a 40’x10′ bus around on a narrow city street, especially turning a corner.  They don’t bend in the middle.  But the bus company gave us excellent training and I also drove a school bus before I got a city job.  
 
     I was a praying bus driver.  Driving in winter on the streets of Worcester, Massachusetts, if you don’t think prayers work, listen to this…  
 
     It was the winter of 1992, a brutal one much like this year.  The route I was driving was especially mountainous.  At that time I mostly worked second shift routes.  One winter day it started out cold and rainy, but very quickly the temperature dropped and the roads turned to ice just like a skating rink.  The buses run no matter what the weather.  Only a few times in the last 50 years have they ever pulled them off the streets.    
 
     I was driving the 22/32 Millbury-Jefferson run.  Very hilly.  Returning from the small town of Jefferson with my bus half-full of passengers, the road suddenly turned from wet and rainy to glare ice.  The city trucks had not yet come out to sand and salt the roads.  
     

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Trauma Lag

The Lord is telling me to write this.  I had another entry planned, but He controls my blog.

 

     Trauma has a way of pulling us away from being close to the Lord.  Sometimes it can be a violent act against us, sometimes the loss of a child, grandchild, or mate, and sometimes the loss of a home, job, or personal possession.  Whatever the traumatic experience was, it can dwell on our minds and hearts for many years sapping us of our energy and pulling us away from God who wants to be close and help us through this awful time in our lives.  Instead we let the hurt linger and linger into painful thoughts, depression and endless pain pulling us further and further away from His saving grace.  After awhile we might try to pray, read the Bible, or get close to God, but still the shocking experience comes back to haunt us. 

     Almost anything will shock it back to our brains.  It can be the sight of something, the smell of something, or the sound of something, and our minds will instantly be consumed with the draining moment as if it just happened, and we lose yet another day to be close to our Father.  Being the human weaklings that we are God knows our struggles and patiently waits for us to recover and return to Him once again.

      Ministries suffer great losses in times like these.  Whether small or large, every ministry for God is important so satan will use these traumas to pull us away again and again, reminding us of the event, of the guilt, of the shock, of the horror, or whatever trigger he can use to retrieve our brain-dead bodies to blankness.  

     Sometimes many years may have passed but the event comes back so strong it seems only moments ago that it happened.  During these times we do grave injustice to the Lord.  In the Word He tells us over and over all is forgiven and forgotten.  But, we still will continue to dwell on these times, often for weeks or months especially during the anniversary time each year.  When we should now be rejoicing, we again will mourn the loss.  Fear, anger, or numbness will consume us on the actual trauma day or month.  Occasionally we’ll even experience guilt if we don’t feel bad.  

      Humans are weak and we tend to hang on to things.  Satan depends on this.  It helps him in his quest to pull us away from God’s Word that tells us we don’t have to hang on to horrors anymore.  When they do come back to haunt us we need to immediately rebuke them in Jesus’s name over and over until the dwelling thought leaves.  Some days we might have to rebuke from dawn til dusk, but we must not quit for to go the other way will continue to rob us of precious time with our Lord and the ministry He has in mind for each of us.  

     One way I survive is to dwell on sensing the closeness of the Holy Spirit.  Feel Him in the room I’m in, or the walk I’m taking, or the ride in my car.  I listen intently for His voice in my heart and in my head, no matter where I am, whether alone or in a crowd.  At home I shut off the radio, TV, computer, and cell phone and search the silence in the quietness around me.  I void my mind of words and just look around at everything.  I listen to birds singing, clocks ticking, water flowing, my house creaking, my shoes hitting the pavement, the wind blowing in the trees, the owls hooting, the coyotes howling, or the turkeys gobbling off in the distance.  Peace covers me when I silence my mind and all of a sudden it happens!  Satan is gone and the Holy Spirit takes over and the trauma is put away once more.  But most importantly, I notice that God is near again, "and the peace that surpasses all understanding guards my heart and mind in Christ Jesus."  (Phil 4:7)                  Love In Christ,     Claire    xoxoxo

 

      

      

      

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My Trauma

     I’m going to write a journal entry from New Year’s Eve.  It is the most difficult blog I will ever share with my readers…

     My Journal:  Today is New Year’s Eve 2010 and it is 64 degrees outside, a record breaking temperature for Missouri.  I just finished talking to my little brother on the phone.  He told me my blog is boring and that I need to write more about real life.  "All I read is blah blah blah, but God… and blah blah blah, but God…"

     The professor might have stimulated me to write this story, but I have lacked the courage to write it because it is so personal. 

     When I read my young friend Jenna’s blog, (http://jlw654.christianblogsites.com/blog/) she also stimulates me to share more experiences the Lord lays on my heart.  Both of them have given me the fortitude to enter this.  Two signs from heaven that I can’t hold back and just write stories I think are acceptable.  So now I discreetly share:

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     The year was 1985.  My hubby and I were living apart due to his new job back in New England.  I remained in Colorado to let my daughters finish school and try to sell the house.  My oldest son had moved into his own place and was almost unreachable.  I was pretty much on my own.  Cell phones were unheard of 25 years ago, so in an emergency you got help wherever you could.

     It all began when I was coming home from work and my car died enroute’.  Not knowing what else to do I made a giant blunder and took a ride from a stranger (mistake#1).

     Not once but twice I thought I heard the Holy Spirit whisper in my ear, "Don’t get in that car."  The second time I heard the message, it was accompanied by a cold chill, "DON’T GET IN THAT CAR!"  Still, I ignored the warning and I stepped into his vehicle (mistake#2).  Stupid I know, because I would regret heeding that message for the rest of my life.

     I first knew I was in trouble when I told him my street was approaching, and he speeded up and flew past my exit and drove further down the highway. 

     Without going into the gorey details, he turned onto a deserted dirt road, quickly pulled his car to a stop and raped me.  No matter what I said to him, nothing slowed his pace.  When he finished, I was frozen in fear and numb.  I didn’t know what to expect next.

     I know some readers are bored with hearing about my Lord, but at that moment, I knew He was with me.  "Where do you want me to drop you?" the monster said as if nothing had ever happened.  I blankly pointed to any street close to my home street, opened the car door, and he sped off.  I stumbled home and jumped into the shower and scrubbed myself raw (mistake#3).

     That night and for many nights to come I couldn’t sleep for fear that he would return and hurt me or my girls.  I never notified the police (mistake#4).  Shortly after that, talking to him on the phone, my hubby figured out something was wrong and before I knew it we were loading a truck and on our way back east to where his new job was in New England. 

     I was in my early 40’s when that happened.  Eventually I got counseling which helped me a great deal.  I learned a valuable lesson that horrible day.  The Holy Spirit is always with us Christians.  We can choose to ignore His warnings, or pray and heed His warnings.  It’s all up to us.

     Some people would wonder why God let this happen.  But, I know God didn’t let this horror occur.  I did!  Thank the Lord, He stayed with me the whole time.  I could have easily ended up dead in a ditch somewhere. 

     In the last 25 years I have tried faithfully to listen to the Holy Spirit within me, and never again ignore Him.                     Love in Christ,               Claire   xoxo

     Proverbs 3:5 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding"

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My Trauma

     I’m going to write a journal entry from New Year’s Eve.  It is the most difficult blog I will ever share with my readers…

     My Journal:  Today is New Year’s Eve 2010 and it is 64 degrees outside, a record breaking temperature for Missouri.  I just finished talking to my little brother on the phone.  He told me my blog is boring and that I need to write more about real life.  "All I read is blah blah blah, but God… and blah blah blah, but God…"

     The professor might have stimulated me to write this story, but I have lacked the courage to write it because it is so personal. 

     When I read my young friend Jenna’s blog, (http://jlw654.christianblogsites.com/blog/) she also stimulates me to share more experiences the Lord lays on my heart.  Both of them have given me the fortitude to enter this.  Two signs from heaven that I can’t hold back and just write stories I think are acceptable.  So now I discreetly share:

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     The year was 1985.  My hubby and I were living apart due to his new job back in New England.  I remained in Colorado to let my daughters finish school and try to sell the house.  My oldest son had moved into his own place and was almost unreachable.  I was pretty much on my own.  Cell phones were unheard of 25 years ago, so in an emergency you got help wherever you could.

     It all began when I was coming home from work and my car died enroute’.  Not knowing what else to do I made a giant blunder and took a ride from a stranger (mistake#1).

     Not once but twice I thought I heard the Holy Spirit whisper in my ear, "Don’t get in that car."  Still, I ignored the warning and I stepped into his vehicle (mistake#2).  Stupid I know, because I would regret heeding that message for the rest of my life.

     I first knew I was in trouble when I told him my street was approaching and he speeded up and flew past my exit and drove further down the highway.  Without going into the gorey details, he turned onto a deserted dirt road, quickly pulled his car to a stop, and raped me.  No matter what I said to him, nothing slowed his pace.  When he finished, I was frozen in fear and numb.  I didn’t know what to expect next.

     I know some readers are bored with hearing about my Lord, but at that moment, I knew He was with me.  "Where do you want me to drop you," the monster said as if nothing had ever happened.  I blankly pointed to any street close to my home street, opened the door, and he sped off.  I stumbled home and jumped into the shower and scrubbed myself raw (mistake#3).

     That night and for many nights to come I couldn’t sleep for fear that he would return and hurt me or my girls.  I never notified the police (mistake#4).  Shortly after that, talking to him on the phone, my husband figured out something was wrong and before I knew it we were loading a truck and on our way back east to where his new job was in New England. 

     I was in my early 40’s when this happened.  Eventually I got counseling which helped me a great deal.  I learned a valuable lesson that horrible day.  The Holy Spirit is always with us Christians.  We can choose to ignore His warnings, or pray and heed His warnings.  It’s all up to us.

     Some people would wonder why God let this happen.  But, I know God didn’t let this horror occur.  I did!  Thank the Lord, He stayed with me the whole time.  I could have easily ended up dead in a ditch somewhere.  In the last 25 years I have tried faithfully to listen to the Holy Spirit within me, and never again ignore Him.       Love in Christ,      Claire   xoxo

     Proverbs 3:5 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding."

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Paranormal

Paranormal  (Webster’s dictionary defines paranormal as "Not scientifically explainable."

     There has been a rash of paranormal movies and TV shows lately, so I wasn’t surprised when my granddaughters came over for a visit and asked me this question, "Nana, have you ever had a paranormal experience?"

     I had to ponder my answer for awhile, do some homework and praying, but then I spoke with them about the subject.

     Much to their surprise I told them, "Yes girls I have, and so have both of you!"  Then I asked my own question.  "What is another word for paranormal?" and I waited for a response.  "Spiritual, spirits?" were a couple of their answers and I replied, "You got it!"  Then I told them I counted over 123 scriptures in the bible that talked about spiritual and supernatural things and that everything they could ever want to know about this subject, God has already talked about in His Word.  I also told them there are bad spirits and good.  And, because they are "King’s Kids" they have already experienced the infilling of the Holy Spirit, and because of Him they are protected from the bad spirits. 

     God says you can identify the bad ones by asking one question, "Is Jesus Christ the Son of God come in the flesh, and the risen Savior?"  If they are anything but good spirits, they will not acknowledge Jesus as God’s son (1John 4:2&3)." 

     Next, I told them the greatest paranormal story I have ever heard.  They don’t get any more paranormal than this!  My grandkids hung on every word.

     "I know a young teenage girl who was engaged to be married.  She was innocent and never had sex in her life.  She went to bed one night and woke up pregnant.  That evening she had a vision and was told she was carrying a baby boy that was put in her by God.  (Think hard about that one!)  To make matters worse, her fiance found out.  During that period of time women were stoned to death for getting pregnant before marriage.

     But, her betrothed also had a vision that reassured him the child was God’s, and that Mary was still a virgin.  He was also told she was carrying a boy and he was to name the child Jesus.  Back then, noone knew ahead of time what gender a child was before birth.  Joseph married her and took her away from the area, which protected her from stoning.  All part of God’s plan."

     Anyway, I went on to say to them, "Everyone knows the rest of the story, but I don’t know a paranormal experience in the whole world more profound than the virgin birth.  Do you girls?"  I do know that God tells us that in the world we are not dealing with flesh and blood, but spirit (Eph. 6:12), so paranormal is not a new concept to God.  He warns us over and over in His Word to be careful when it comes to spiritual things and challenge every one of them.  But mostly, God tells us to turn to the Holy Spirit who is here on earth to protect us. 

     We live in an uncertain spiritual world.  We must turn to Jesus Christ for hope.

Love In Christ,             Claire     xoxo

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