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Second Chances

Dear Readers,  

     Today is my 17th Leap Year Birthday so my blog will be a short one.  Here’s a recent journal entry…

 

     Second Chances 2-23-12

     In our women’s group last Tuesday morning, a question came up.  Why are some people given second chances to live and some aren’t?  I took this question to God while walking my prayer field the next day.

      Something happens in that alfalfa pasture when I walk it.  A different realm enters my body as I speak to my Lord.   Something unique between Him and I.  I hear His voice!  And this is what I heard, "Many people are given second chances.  You and C.J. were given a second chance!"  "We were?" I thought.  Then out of nowhere the Lord reminded me of our vacation several years ago.

     We were driving on a very dangerous highway in Virginia.  It was only four lanes wide with no islands, or jersey barriers, or left turn lanes.  We needed to make a left turn shortly after coming around an extremely bad curve.  The traffic was moving 50 to 60 MPH.  Just after the curve we had come to a complete stop with our turn signal on.  We sat there in our little compact (Toyota Tercel) in the high speed lane for what seemed like a half hour, waiting for a break in the fast moving traffic on all four lanes.  Cars were flying past us in both directions.  Our radio was on, probably playing to loudly.  

     After what seemed like quite awhile (really only minutes), I was looking around at the beautiful countryside we were passing through.  Suddenly, I glanced to my right and noticed a vehicle down in the ditch beside us.  It was a van, almost turned on it’s side.  I asked C.J., "What happened?" as I saw a man struggling to get out.  For the first time it dawned on me and I said, "Did he just miss rearending us?"  We were still sitting there waiting for a break to make our left turn.  

     "I don’t know!"  C.J. commented.  Neither of us heard any screeching of brakes, or crashing sounds.  We sat awhile longer and finally the traffic slowed a bit and let us in.  To our knowledge noone was injured.  Two vehicles ended up in the ditch before our left turn was finally completed.  

     This I do know.  Every time we travel we cover our compact with Jesus’s blood and surround our car with angels.  I wonder just how many of us actually get a second chance and never even know it?  

                                  Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

 

 Exodus 12:13 "The blood will be a sign for you on the houses where you are; and when I see the blood I will pass over you.  No destructive plague will touch you when I strike Egypt." (NIV)

 Romans 5:9  "Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him."  (NKJV)  

 PS  Won’t be blogging for a bit.  It’s vacation time for us.  Also pray for the Missouri people.  We got hit with a bunch of tornadoes last night.

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Spiritual Formation-Part 1

Dear Readers,  

     I’m doing something different today.  Because I was so moved by this story, I’m blogging my daughter’s recently written college essay.  Hope you enjoy it…  

 

     Spiritual Formation-Part 1- By Julie Gratton  

     As I sit here thinking about events in my life that have influenced my spiritual walk, it brings me right to the birth of my children.   After the birth of my first daughter I knew there was such a thing as miracles.  She was born a beautiful healthy baby girl.  I felt very blessed to have her in my life.

      As she grew she was just perfect.  Her first birthday came and went.  She was talking, walking, and learning at a rapid pace.  Then when she was about fourteen months old something changed.  She woke up one morning not quite right.  She was sick and she kept having these episodes that appeared to be seizures.  Her eyes would roll in the back of her head and she would throw her head back while her body twitched.  

     I was the typical mom and I just freaked.  I rushed to the hospital and then the battle began of trying to figure out what was wrong with my one-year-old child.  The doctors tested and tested her and could not come up with anything.  They did some of the most painful tests on her like spinal taps, and still nothing.  Every test came back normal, which was a good thing but still left me with no answers.  They sent us home with nothing, no information to help us.  I had to watch, wait, and see if it happened again.  Then about four weeks later the sickness surfaced again.  It was almost exactly the same as the first time.  This kept happening every four weeks almost like clockwork.  After many doctors exams and even more testing, they finally gave me a diagnosis of "Benign Positional Vertigo."    

      I took that information and ran with it.  I started researching everything I could find on this disorder.  I discovered that she was not having seizures, but was having extreme dizzy spells that would make her spin and then get sick and vomit.  As the years went by the episodes spanned out a little more each time.  They went from four weeks, to five, then six weeks apart.  After reading information for years about this Benign Positional Vertigo and watching what my daughter went through, I realized this was not what she had.  At that point I started searching for the correct diagnosis.  My search ended when I found "Cyclic  Vomiting Syndrome," a very rare disease.  I took her to doctors that dealt with this syndrome.  They told me that I was correct, and that she had indeed been misdiagnosed all this time and that what she had was called CVS (Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome).

      After all this, I had to learn to trust in God and the power of prayer.  I don’t know if you feel the same way, but one of the hardest things for me to give God control of is my children.  As a mother, I want to be the protector, the one who does everything for them, and watching my daughter go through what she deals with when she is sick, makes me have to turn to God to give me strength to help her, and give her strength to get through the tough times.  When she is sick she says it’s like she goes into a conscious coma, like something takes over her body.  We have to turn to prayer to get us through it together.  These events and people have really influenced my spiritual life.               Julie Gratton  

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Spiritual Formation-Part 2

  Part 2-  By Julie Gratton  

     During all this learning about my first child, my second daughter came along.  She came with a whole new set of syndromes including the one my first child had, but also another one called, "Goldenhar’s Syndrome" that had the added bonus of her being profoundly deaf in both ears.  This also tested my faith because God promises that He will not give me more than I can handle and I am telling you, I was at the brink of what I could handle.  

     Now, I had to learn how to speak in American Sign Language, and learn about all these new syndromes.  I didn’t understand why God was doing this to me.  I was questioning why my family was being attacked with all this bad stuff.  But over time, and after many more doctor visits, I learned it was not so bad.    

     My youngest daughter’s syndromes were mild, and could have been way worse.  Her symptoms were simple compared to what she could have been.  I discovered she could have been born with holes in her heart, missing kidneys, spinal problems, retardation, deformities on her face, missing ears, missing limbs, and more.  What she ended up having was profound deafness, a mild syndrome in her eyes, and a dermoid (lump of skin) on one eye.  After seeing other children at the hospital with the same syndrome as my second daughter, I learned to thank God for her having a mild case, because it could have been so much worse.  She was deaf, but as she grew and I worked with her, she learned to speak very well.  I learned how to sign ASL, while she was learning how to speak English.  It was a win win situation for both of us.  

      Now, my girls are seventeen and fifteen and doing great.  My youngest daughter can speak like a normal hearing person, even though she has lost more of her hearing over the years.  Her dermoid has been removed from her eye and she has very little that bothers her from the other syndromes.  Both of them have been growing out of the CVS and it only affects them once in a while.  

     I realized that God has blessed us all with being more patient with people affected by disabilities, and has taught my children not to judge a book by it’s cover.  We also learned a second language and how to communicate on a different level.  My children and I are very close and I feel they understand how valuable life is and how important loved ones are.  This is a lesson I fear that a lot of young people don’t get to learn until they are way older, or until it’s to late.  I feel that raising my children, giving of myself, and foregoing my career until now, was and is my purpose for the first half of my life.  I am not sure what is coming next.  I hope that the purpose of the second half of my life has something to do with what I am studying in college, but I am sure in time God will let me know.  

     In closing I would like to say I think I have a good understanding of God and Jesus Christ, but in truth I am not sure that I do.  I am still learning every day how to be a good person and I am studying the bible more to learn God’s Word.  I try to do right by the people I love and I hope to find my place in heaven one day.                         Julie Gratton   

 

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Maureen’s Dream

Dear Readers,

      This story happened back in 1992 to my teenage daughter and her best friend.  Hope you enjoy it.  Pass it on if you like…

 

     Maureen’s Dream-Journal Entry-  July 11,1992  

     The most incredible thing happened last night.  My daughter Shelley and her best friend, came home from a double date and were all excited and felt like they had to talk.  Without us hardly being aware of it, Maureen has been having some spiritual experiences.  The Holy Spirit has definitely been moving on her.  My hubby heard that Christian camp was going to be very important to Moe this year, hopefully to get her saved.

      Anyway, Maureen spoke with us about a profound dream she had last night, that was still weighing heavily on her mind.  It went something like this.  Her and Shelley were together and a bunch of demons were attacking them and they were very frightened.  Then a bright light came over the top of them and she heard a strong message, "Everything will be all right!  As long as you and Shelley stay together you will be strong!"  The dream woke her up terrified.  She couldn’t control her tears as she spoke to us.  The teen couldn’t think about anything else since, even the whole time she was on her double date.  The feeling of wanting to go to church consumed her the entire day.

      We told her that the Holy Spirit had come over her, and right then in our livingroom, we held hands and prayed with her to be forgiven of her sins, and to invite Jesus into her life.  We talked about how the Lord will start helping her as she prays and turns all her problems over to Him.  

     Shelley told her about some of her own recent answered prayers such as finding her lost ring in the grass in our yard.  We have not been pushing Jesus on this beautiful child, but she practically lives with us and hears about Him constantly.

      The Lord decided where and when this youngster would come to Him, not us.  Only He knows the exact moment of our salvation.  We prayed with her and yet I felt so insignificant when we did.  As if this was just a formality and the Lord already knew her heart and had moved His mighty hand on her.  We hoped Moe would come to Christ at camp, never realizing that God would surprise us with the joy of praying with her in our own home.

      Maureen asked us lots of questions, especially about her dream.  We explained to her what we believe the Lord was trying to tell her.  The demons represented the problems and negative things that will come against her, and the light was the Lord and what He was telling her was that together her and Shelley would be like kindred Spirits. (Mt.18:20)  We told her that we also experienced the warm sensation she felt, and the uncontrollable tears.  The Lord has definitely moved on this new child of God.  

      Shelley told her of the time when she was young and the Holy Spirit came on her as she lay in her bed one night.  She couldn’t control her tears either.  She felt like she had to tell us about all the little things she had done wrong in her few short years of life.  It was so precious.  She also felt the warmth consume her.  

     When God moves it doesn’t matter what church you attend, it doesn’t matter where you are, how old you are, or what sins you have committed.  He, and only He decides when your heart is right!  Moe was embarressed as the tears poured down her cheeks that night, but we knew exactly what she was feeling!

      Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

Mt. 18:20,

"For where two or three come together in my Name, there am I with them." (NIV)

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Find Your Nitch

Dear Readers,  

     This is just a simple message I heard one day recently on my prayer time.  Thought the Lord wanted me to share it with you…

 

 Find Your Nitch  –  Journal Entry-February 1, 2012

       Sixty degree days in January, and now in February have afforded me a great deal of winter walking time in the alfalfa field.  Something magical happens when my sneakers hit the prayer field.  The silence is breathtaking.  I can actually hear myself breathe.  Surrounded by bald Sycamore trees, soft winter weeds, and dried leaves crunching under foot, my spirit seems to beckon my Lord closer to me. Suddenly, it’s just me, God, and the wind.  All the noise of the world ceases, making communication with Him simple and uninterrupted.  

     This past week I injured my left knee and for several days lost the ability to walk my field.  James 1:2-4 tells us to, "Consider it pure joy my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.  Perseverance must finish it’s work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."  (NIV)  

      I remember before my injury I was complaining to my mate about a bunch of nothing.  But, as soon as I became disabled and lost my favorite pastime, I felt totally humbled and apologetic to God for all my petty complaints, when really I have sooooooooooooooo much to be thankful for.        

     Today as I circled the twenty-five acre glebe painlessly with my normal gait instead of a limp, I find myself thanking God for my healed knee and my excellent health, as I approach my 68th birthday this month.  Surrounded by a vast blue sky, soft sunny breezes, and the total quietness and peace of the open land, brings my thoughts deeper and more attentive to my Lord.  So different than when I am surrounded by television noises, phones ringing, and laptop demands.  It’s just me, God, and the wind, all alone together.    

     In this rapid paced world, I urge all of you to try and find your own little nitch alone with God.

                                                    Love in Christ,    Claire xoxo  

     Matthew 6:6, "But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen.  Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you."  (NIV)

 

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Abortion – Yes or No?

Dear Readers,

     This story happened over 35 years ago and was one of the most important decisions of my life.  Parts of this story have been blogged before.  Pass it on if you like…

Journal Entry- September 1981

     Abortion – Yes or No?

     What a decision!  Discovering I was pregnant with my third child brought on an emotional trauma.  The timing was totally wrong.  Our youngest of two children was starting first grade, our new appliance business needed my full-time help, we already had four people crammed into our little four room house, even my baby furniture was long gone.

     Completely unprepared for this unwanted pregnancy, I actually considered legalized abortion.  But, being a brand new born-again Christian, I knew my thoughts were shameful.  Somehow diapers, bottles, naps, 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 by the Lord. 

     First, while phoning for a second appointment with my baby doctor, 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 deliveries.

     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 a couple of hours, I phoned our veterinarian 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 very ill.  I really do not recommend using them," he repeated even more emphatically.  And again, I couldn’t believe my ears. 

     In one day more concern had been shown to my female dog than to my unborn chile!  Something was terribley 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 when the baby was born and within two years we moved into a bigger house.  Most of my baby furniture came back to me.  I birthed a beautiful baby girl.

     Almost five years old now, my blonde blue-eyed daughter keeps our whole family young.  She’s extremely bright, has a loud mouth, and fights for her place at the supper table.  When she puts her little arms around my neck and tells me, "Mommy, I love you soooooooooooooooo much!" I think back and thank the Lord for helping me to make the right decision.                  Love in Christ,   Claire xoxo

PS Here’s an update to February, 2012-  My daughter is now 35 years old, and a social worker who fights daily to get seniors all the help they need at the end of their lives.  I am very proud of her.

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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Abortion – Yes or No?

Dear Readers,

     This story happened over 35 years ago and was one of the most important decisions of my life.  Parts of this story have been blogged before.  Pass it on if you like…

Journal Entry- September 1981

     Abortion – Yes or No?

     What a decision!  Discovering I was pregnant with my third child brought on an emotional trauma.  The timing was totally wrong.  Our youngest of two children was starting first grade, our new appliance business needed my full-time help, we already had four people crammed into our little four room house, even my baby furniture was long gone.

     Completely unprepared for this unwanted pregnancy, I actually considered legalized abortion.  But, being a brand new born-again Christian, I knew my thoughts were shameful.  Somehow diapers, bottles, naps, 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 by the Lord. 

     First, while phoning for a second appointment with my baby doctor, 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 deliveries.

     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 a couple of hours, I phoned our veterinarian 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 very ill.  I really do not recommend using them," he repeated even more emphatically.  And again, I couldn’t believe my ears. 

     In one day more concern had been shown to my female dog than to my unborn chile!  Something was terribley 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 when the baby was born and within two years we moved into a bigger house.  Most of my baby furniture came back to me.  I birthed a beautiful baby girl.

     Almost five years old now, my blonde blue-eyed daughter keeps our whole family young.  She’s extremely bright, has a loud mouth, and fights for her place at the supper table.  When she puts her little arms around my neck and tells me, "Mommy, I love you soooooooooooooooo much!" I think back and thank the Lord for helping me to make the right decision.                  Love in Christ,   Claire xoxo

PS Here’s an update to February, 2012-  My daughter is now 35 years old, and a social worker who fights daily to get seniors all the help they need at the end of their lives.  I am very proud of her.

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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Abortion – Yes or No?

Dear Readers,

     This story happened over 35 years ago and was one of the most important decisions of my life.  Parts of this story have been blogged before.  Pass it on if you like…

Journal Entry- September 1981

     Abortion – Yes or No?

     What a decision!  Discovering I was pregnant with my third child brought on an emotional trauma.  The timing was totally wrong.  Our youngest of two children was starting first grade, our new appliance business needed my full-time help, we already had four people crammed into our little four room house, even my baby furniture was long gone.

     Completely unprepared for this unwanted pregnancy, I actually considered legalized abortion.  But, being a brand new born-again Christian, I knew my thoughts were shameful.  Somehow diapers, bottles, naps, 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 by the Lord. 

     First, while phoning for a second appointment with my baby doctor, 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 deliveries.

     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 a couple of hours, I phoned our veterinarian 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 very ill!  I really do not recommend using them," he repeated even more emphatically.  And again, I couldn’t believe my ears.

     In one day more concern had been shown to my female dog than to 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.  Most of my baby furniture came back to me.  I stopped working when the baby was born and my sister-in-law took over my job, and within two years we moved into a bigger house.

     Almost five years old now, my blonde blue-eyed daughter keeps our whole family young.  She’s extremely bright, has a loud mouth, and fights for her place at the supper table.  When she puts her little arms around my neck and tells me, "Mommy, I love you soooooooooooooooo much!" I think back and thank the Lord for helping me to make the right decision.                        Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

     PS A February 2012 update-  My daughter is now 35 years old, and a social worker who fights daily to get seniors all the help they need at the end of their lives.  I am very proud of her. 

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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Abortion – Yes or No?

Dear Readers,

     This story happened over 35 years ago and was one of the most important decisions of my life.  Parts of this story have been blogged before.  Pass it on if you like…

Journal Entry- September 1981

     Abortion – Yes or No?

     What a decision!  Discovering I was pregnant with my third child brought on an emotional trauma.  The timing was totally wrong.  Our youngest of two children was starting first grade, our new appliance business needed my full-time help, we already had four people crammed into our little four room house, even my baby furniture was long gone.

     Completely unprepared for this unwanted pregnancy, I actually considered legalized abortion.  But, being a brand new born-again Christian, I knew my thoughts were shameful.  Somehow diapers, bottles, naps, 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 by the Lord. 

     First, while phoning for a second appointment with my baby doctor, 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 deliveries.

     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 a couple of hours, I phoned our veterinarian 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 very ill.  I really do not recommend using them," he repeated even more emphatically.  And again, I couldn’t believe my ears. 

     In one day more concern had been shown to my female dog than to my unborn chile!  Something was terribley 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 when the baby was born and within two years we moved into a bigger house.  Most of my baby furniture came back to me.  I birthed a beautiful baby girl.

     Almost five years old now, my blonde blue-eyed daughter keeps our whole family young.  She’s extremely bright, has a loud mouth, and fights for her place at the supper table.  When she puts her little arms around my neck and tells me, "Mommy, I love you soooooooooooooooo much!" I think back and thank the Lord for helping me to make the right decision.                  Love in Christ,   Claire xoxo

PS Here’s an update to February, 2012-  My daughter is now 35 years old, and a social worker who fights daily to get seniors all the help they need at the end of their lives.  I am very proud of her.

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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Abortion – Yes or No?

Dear Readers,

     This story happened over 35 years ago and was one of the most important decisions of my life.  Parts of this story have been blogged before.  Pass it on if you like…

Journal Entry- September 1981

     Abortion – Yes or No?

     What a decision!  Discovering I was pregnant with my third child brought on an emotional trauma.  The timing was totally wrong.  Our youngest of two children was starting first grade, our new appliance business needed my full-time help, we already had four people crammed into our little four room house, even my baby furniture was long gone.

     Completely unprepared for this unwanted pregnancy, I actually considered legalized abortion.  But, being a brand new born-again Christian, I knew my thoughts were shameful.  Somehow diapers, bottles, naps, 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 by the Lord. 

     First, while phoning for a second appointment with my baby doctor, 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 deliveries.

     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 a couple of hours, I phoned our veterinarian 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 very ill.  I really do not recommend using them," he repeated even more emphatically.  And again, I couldn’t believe my ears. 

     In one day more concern had been shown to my female dog than to my unborn chile!  Something was terribley 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 when the baby was born and within two years we moved into a bigger house.  Most of my baby furniture came back to me.  I birthed a beautiful baby girl.

     Almost five years old now, my blonde blue-eyed daughter keeps our whole family young.  She’s extremely bright, has a loud mouth, and fights for her place at the supper table.  When she puts her little arms around my neck and tells me, "Mommy, I love you soooooooooooooooo much!" I think back and thank the Lord for helping me to make the right decision.                  Love in Christ,   Claire xoxo

PS Here’s an update to February, 2012-  My daughter is now 35 years old, and a social worker who fights daily to get seniors all the help they need at the end of their lives.  I am very proud of her.

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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