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Little Janice Lynn

Dear Readers,

     To any new readers to my blog, all the stories I enter are my own true experiences and taken from 35+ years of journaling.  I started writing shortly after becoming a born-again Christian.  Thanks for reading.  Pass this on if you like.

      Little Janice Lynn

     Because Janice Lynn’s parents have both gone to be with the Lord too, I’m releasing this story from my past journals, with the approval and editing help of her big sister Christine…

    

     Journal Entry, February 28, 1981

     Fourteen years ago my seven year old Godchild, Janice Lynn, went to be with the Lord.  She had poor health most of her short life.  My oldest sister spent all her time trying to get help for her and find a cure for her sickly little body.  Many times, the doctors wrongly diagnosed her with seizures, convulsions, and other illnesses.  But, shortly before her death the diagnosis was changed to "Primary Pulmonary Hypertension," which caused her to have frequent mini heart attacks.  This illness was very rare for a child so young. 

     Today I spoke with my big sister Jeanne on the telephone and she shared with me a miracle that occurred two weeks before her daughter’s death… 

      One day a shout came from the bedroom my sister told me, "Mom, come quickly!  Janie is real sick!"  When she entered the room Janie lay lifeless on the bed with no heartbeat.  My sister ran to the phone, called the doctor, and ran back.  She rechecked the child and still found no heartbeat.  Hysterically she placed her hand on the youngster’s chest and cried out, "Not now God, please not now!"  

      Suddenly my sister felt a heavy thump on the top of her hand and the child took a deep gasping breath as her heart began to beat once again.  Janie sat upright and immediately tried to get down off the bed.  My sister attempted to quiet her and get her to lay back down, but Janie refused.  She pushed her mother’s hand aside, climbed down, kneeled on the floor, and began to pray, "Hail Mary full of grace…"  My niece was fine all the rest of the day.   

      (Her big sister Chris just added, "At this point of her life Auntie, this was miraculous as she was almost incapable of saying a prayer because of previous brain damage done to her from so many mini heart attacks.) 

      Two weeks later, while at Backus Hospital in Norwich, Connecticut, immediately after being examined by a heart specialist (the best in his field) from Yale New Haven Hospital, she had her final heart attack at the hospital in the presence of the best medical facilities and people available.  While leaving her appointment, Janie started having that final attack and they rushed her back in, and for 45 minutes attempted unsuccessfully to revive her.    

      My sister believes the Lord heard her cry out that day two weeks before.  She didn’t understand what hit the back of her hand, but knew if her daughter had died at home, she never would have been able to handld the guilt.  She also believes God knew better than her, that no matter what she did, He was still going to take her sweet child.  Today she admits that Janie is the only one of her six children she no longer worries about.              2-28-81         Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo 

      P.S.  I verified this story recently before I blogged it, with my niece Christine (Janie’s big sister) who is turning 60 years old this year.  She helped me with the medical details and added this little note, "Aunt Claire, the evening before Janice was examined and passed away at Backus Hospital, she awoke in the night, looked up at the ceiling and said, "Oh, I’m going with you?  OK!" and then went back to sleep.  The next day she went to be with the Lord."    

     Eccliastes 3:1+2, "To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven; A time to be born and a time to die"  (NKJV)

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Little Janice Lynn

Dear Readers,

     To any new readers to my blog, all the stories I enter are my own true experiences and taken from 35+ years of journaling.  I started writing shortly after becoming a born-again Christian.  Thanks for reading.  Pass this on if you like.

      Little Janice Lynn

     Because Janice Lynn’s parents have both gone to be with the Lord too, I’m releasing this story from my past journals, with the approval and editing help of her big sister Christine…

    

     Journal Entry, February 28, 1981

     Fourteen years ago my seven year old Godchild, Janice Lynn, went to be with the Lord.  She had poor health most of her short life.  My oldest sister Jeanne spent all her time trying to get help for her and find a cure for her sickly little body.  Many times, the doctors wrongly diagnosed her with seizures, convulsions, and other illnesses.  But, shortly before her death the diagnosis was changed to "Primary Pulmonary Hypertension," which caused her to have frequent mini heart attacks.  This illness was very rare for a child so young. 

     Today I spoke with my big sister Jeanne on the telephone and she shared with me a miracle that occurred two weeks before her daughter’s death… 

      One day a shout came from the bedroom my sister told me, "Mom, come quickly!  Janie is real sick!"  When she entered the room Janie lay lifeless on the bed with no heartbeat.  My sister ran to the phone, called the doctor, and ran back.  She rechecked the child and still found no heartbeat.  Hysterically she placed her hand on the youngster’s chest and cried out, "Not now God, please not now!"  

      Suddenly my sister felt a heavy thump on the top of her hand and the child took a deep gasping breath as her heart began to beat once again.  Janie sat upright and immediately tried to get down off the bed.  My sister attempted to quiet her and get her to lay back down, but Janie refused.  She pushed her mother’s hand aside, climbed down, kneeled on the floor, and began to pray, "Hail Mary full of grace…"  My niece was fine all the rest of the day.   

      (Her big sister Chris just added, "At this point in her life Auntie, this was miraculous as she was almost incapable of saying a prayer because of previous brain damage done to her from so many mini heart attacks.") 

      Two weeks later, while at Backus Hospital in Norwich, Connecticut, immediately after being examined by a heart specialist (the best in his field) from Yale New Haven Hospital, she had her final heart attack at the hospital in the presence of the best medical facilities and people available.  While leaving her appointment, Janie started having that final attack and they rushed her back in, and for 45 minutes attempted unsuccessfully to revive her.    

      My sister believes the Lord heard her cry out that day two weeks before.  She didn’t understand what hit the back of her hand, but knew if her daughter had died at home, she never would have been able to handle the guilt.  She also believes God knew better than her, that no matter what she did, He was still going to take her sweet child.  Today she admits that Janie is the only one of her six children she no longer worries about.                          Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo 

      P.S.  I verified this story recently before I blogged it, with my niece Christine (Janie’s big sister) who is turning 60 years old this year.  She helped me with the medical details and added this little note, "Aunt Claire, the evening before Janice was examined and passed away at Backus Hospital, she awoke in the night, looked up at the ceiling and said, "Oh, I’m going with you?  OK!" and then went back to sleep.  The next day she went to be

with the Lord."    

     Ecclesiastes 3:1+2, "To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven; A time to be born and a time to die"  (NKJV)

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A Vision of Hands

Dear Readers,

     It takes courage for me to write some of my old stories, but recently my new friend Ronnie said in church, "It’s ok to raise your hands in praise to the Lord.  Let’s do it!  Everybody raise your hands!"  This inspired me to release this controversial little story from my journals written twenty six years ago…

     A Vision of Hands    Journal Entry-  February 1986

     For several years now my husband has been involved in the full gospel spirit-filled movement in the Christian church.  Being the reserved native New Englander that I am, the thought of raising my hands in praise made me real uncomfortable.  I fought against this type of worship until the Lord put a paperback in my path entitled "To Heal The Sick."  This book changed my life.  I started attending a spirit-filled church with my mate and during prayer and praise time one Sunday, I looked up at dozens of hands reaching up to the Lord in prayer.

     Then I saw a vision that also changed my life.  Touching the fingertips of each extended hand, was another hand visable and reaching down from above.  I blinked several times, (something I do when things like this happen to me) but the vision remained through the entire prayer time.

     After four years of intimidation at the thought of raising my hands in praise, my arms went up so naturally that I felt like I never had experienced this torture at all.  All the feeling of self left me and all I could think of was the Lord and how close He was.

     Funny isn’t it, how quickly the Father can undo our old hang ups, habits, and fears!  In a split second of time, He erased feelings of stupidity, intimidation, low self worth, and more.  In that same second of time my thoughts went from all me, to all Him.

                                          Love in Christ,     Claire  xoxo

Acts 2:17+18,  "In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people.  Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.  Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy."  (NIV)

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A Tough Lesson

Dear Readers,

     I mostly write stories from my old journals written many years ago, but this week while walking the alfalfa field (my prayer field) one afternoon I heard the still small voice inside of me say, "Write about the young man that I correspond with, this coming week in your blog!"  So, because I believe the Lord chooses my story, here it is.  Pass it on if you wish…

     Tuesday, December 27, 2011-  Journal Entry

     A young friend of mine, I’ll call him JC, that I have been praying for every day for weeks now, just spent Christmas in the county jail.  Some law violation, I’m not quite sure what.  Anyway, It was pretty rough on him.  At first he cried a lot.  Being locked up with no hope of getting out anytime soon, a monster roommate, not much food, no cell phone, no hope, and God only knows what else, rendered him suicidal.

     Then word went out on the prayer chains and in many churches, for prayer desperately needed for this young man barely out of his teens, and little by little his life began to change.

     First, a prisoner with a preaching and bible reading ministry, befriended him, prayed with him, and started reading the bible with him.  Eventually parents, grandparents, and friends were allowed to visit him.  He started getting a little financial help from donations to the jail commissary which enabled him to purchase snacks and other necessities.

     He improved so much that he was removed from suicide watch and he settled down a bit, and spent time when allowed, with the bible reading preacher and his group.  Letters of encouragement started giving him a little hope.  Regular calls and visits from family helped tremendously.  He began to relax more and take life one day at a time, reading his bible and trusting in the Lord to help him get out of this mess.

     I try to write to him weekly and push him to be positive, pray a lot, trust God, and be a model prisoner.  I remind him that when Paul was is prison, he wrote many of the books (letters) in the New Testament and that he had to trust God daily for help too.

     This month JC got his first real miracle.  His roommate was abusive and wouldn’t stop taunting him and pushing him around.  Finally JC got up the courage to complain to the guards, which was a very difficult and scary thing to do.  But, we have all been praying daily for this boy, and God honored our prayers.

     The guards immediately moved him out of the jail cell away from the brutal cellmate and moved him into a completely different section of the facility.  His new roomy is the preacher man and all the bible readers group are in the surrounding area.  It’s like dying and going to heaven in comparison.  He’s actually happy and hopeful for the first time since he went to lockup.  Finding favor with the guards is nothing short of a miracle from the Lord.

     JC is now taking classes to get his GED and wants to go to the bible college when he gets out.  The last letter I received from him was full of thanks and hope for the future.  Please keep him in your prayers.               12-27-11

    

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     I know this is different from many of my other blogs, but it’s happening right now in December of 2011.  God is still answering my prayers all these years later and He is still putting events like this in my path.  I don’t know why these traumas keep appearing to me, maybe just to keep my journal stories going as a witness to the power of God in my life and other people’s lives.

     We live in an age where a lot of people don’t even believe in God anymore!  I have to keep my little writing ministry going!  God expects me to!  The end times get closer every day and it’s my job as a Christian to share what God has done in my life in the last 35+ years.  Who knows, maybe one person will become a believer in Jesus Christ through something they read in my blog.  Only God knows!

                                       Love in Christ,    Claire  xoxo

Proverbs 3:5+6 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." (NKJV)

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The Bald Eagle

Dear Readers,

     Here is a journal entry I made just this past December…

     Journal Entry-  12-29-11

     Four days past Christmas and it’s 61 degrees outside at 1:30 in the afternoon.  I must journal what I have seen twice this month of December, 2011.  A stunningly breathtaking Bald Eagle!

     The first time was a couple weeks ago coming south on Highway 13 heading home from my volunteer job at CMH.  I was going about 65 MPH, when out of the sky came the most incredible black wing span.  "What is that?" I shouted to myself in the car.  As it flew directly in front of my vehicle, a massive white-feathered head looked towards me.  "Wow, what a beauty!"  It was like looking at the American flag flying over the highway.

     When I got home I told my hubby never expecting to experience another sighting.  Then, today while walking in my prayer field there it was again.  Only this time it flew right over my head as I walked through the meadow.  I watched as it went over my house, then over the neighbor’s house, then it circled overhead a couple times and flew off into the western sky.  This sighting was like seeing the flag and talking to God at the same instant.  Twice in one month!  Such a gift!

     Birds are my favorite creatures as you know from my past blogs about the Purple Martins, and my Dove story.  They are precious to me because sometimes they are signs from God.  I treasure the sightings of new and rare breeds, but mostly I thank God that I can see them.

     You see, I got a scare this past couple months.  I discovered, quite accidentally, that I have Glaucoma (the silent blinder) in one eye.  In fact, both eyes have high pressure in them.  But, thank God my eye surgeon caught it early and lazered one eye before any serious damage was done.  Before I would let him zap my eye I made him pray with me, "These are my eyes doc!" I told him.  I wanted the Lord to guide his hands.

     If I had not caught this I could have ended up like my sister and my mother.  Both of them were blind before they died.  I never get my eyes checked, and only did so because the insurance company called and urged me to get a checkup because it had been so long since my last one.

     So, these two Eagle sightings were especially precious to me.  I think I have taken my excellent eyesight for granted my whole life.  I think we all take to much for granted in our lives.

                           Love in Christ,    Claire   xoxo

Isa. 40:31,  "But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like Eagles.  They will run and not grow weary.  They will walk and not be faint."

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