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The Angel Mommy

Dear Readers,

     First, let me thank you for passing on my stories.  Because of this, "The Rain Storm" (Blogged 8-8-2012) has hit the "Most Read Articles" list and has over 1060 readers and counting.  Thank you all for passing on my blogs.  I appreciate it more than you know.  I pray weekly for someone to get saved from my journal writing of my life’s stories.

     Now for today.  Last December at my volunteer job at the local hospital, I ran into an angel…

 

     The Angel Mommy    Journal Entry-December 5, 2011

 

     I must admit, I was extremely fatigued going to work at the hospital today.  I am a volunteer and my job is to go from room to room offering complementary magazines, books, and sundries to all the patients.  I did my usual rounds to all the patient rooms.  My heart wasn’t in it as much as usual, but I pressed on.   I couldn’t get my mind off of my granddaughter, Melly, who had an accident at school a couple days ago, and was rushed to the emergency room with a total loss of hearing in both ears.

     Then something special and unexpected happened to me at work.  I finished serving all the sick patients and saved the maternity ward for last.  I love to see all the newborns at the end of my day.  As I entered the birthing center, I checked at the nurse’s station and there were only two mothers to visit.  I entered the first room and very quickly the new mom said, "No thank you, I’m fine."  But, as I entered the second birthing room, a sweet young lady looked up at me.  I proceeded to go through my spiel, "Hi, my name is Claire.  I have books, magazines, and sundries, and all of them are complementary.  Would you like something to read?"  I brought in my cart and we chatted a bit, but before I knew it, she was praying with me about my deaf granddaughter.  I’m not sure how we even got on the subject, but I sensed a strong spirit in her.  This young mother who had just birthed her third child, proceeded to witness to me about Jesus, healing, and faith.

     She had so much peace in her heart that I felt ashamed of myself for having so little.  I held her hand and we prayed together and a calmness and peace about my grandchild, washed over me so powerfully that I didn’t want to let go of her hand.  She reeked of the Holy Spirit!  I wondered, when I looked at her, if she was an angel sent to help me with my grief.  It was so warm and peaceful that I didn’t want to leave her room.

     I asked if I could send her my blog every week, but inside of me, I felt like I wanted to hear her stories, not have her read mine.  We exchanged emails and I thanked her and reluctantly said good bye, and finally pulled myself away from this youngster’s room.

     I’ll never forget how beautiful she looked lying there in her bed after just birthing a son.  She should have been haggered and worn out, but she sparkled and glowed like an angel there on that mattress, as she comforted me and listened to my woes.

     She was truly an unexpected gift from God today.  I was so traumatized by my granddaughter’s injury that left her without any hearing, and that the doctors were not hopeful her hearing would ever return.  But, Angel was!  She was certain it would!

     Praise God my grandchild eventually got her hearing back, about a month after her accident.  But, I still wonder about my little "Angel Mommy" that prayed with me that Monday morning.  And, I thank God for sending her.  On a day when I thought I was going to encourage others, she ended up encouraging me.

                     Love in Christ,    Claire  xoxo

P.S.  Update on Melanie.  She has pulled out of all contact sports and now concentrates on her first love, which is music.  Melly now focuses on anything to do with musicals, music appreciation, etc..  She is a natural piano player and writes many songs and plays beautifully.

1 Cor. 14:3, "But everyone who prophecies speaks to men for their strengthing, encouragement, and comfort."  (NIV) 

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The Whispering Voice

Dear Readers,

     This story from my journals comes with experience.  Hope you enjoy reading this entry from over 20 years ago.  Pass it on if you like…

 

             The Whispering Voice  –  June 12, 1992

 

     After you become a born-again Christian, as the Holy Spirit grows inside of you, you will start to hear His voice.  Sometimes it will just be a check in your spirit ( A pleasant sensation or an uncomfortable feeling, is a good way to simplify what I am trying to say.)  Learn early to listen to this check.  Often times it is a warning system to stop you, or protect you, from something you are about to do.  An example in my life of when I did not listen, was when I was warned with a cold chill up my spine, and I heard the words, "DON’T GET IN THAT CAR!"  Not once but twice I heard this warning, when I needed a ride after my car broke down, and a stranger offered help.  If I had listened, it would have stopped the rape that occurred when I took the ride.  (Read- "My Trauma," blog No. 19, entry date 1-12-2011.)   When you get these feelings, or messages, immediately stop and pray.

     As the years pass, you will learn to recognize spiritual signals, and the more you listen, the more your faith will build.  It’s giving total control of your life to the Lord.  This check in your spirit, if nurtured, becomes signals, feelings, and messages from God.  I would like to mention a few of mine that I have experienced over the years:

 

     One time I was drawn to my bedroom early in the evening to pray and felt like, "Something is wrong!"  I couldn’t stop praying and stayed on my knees in prayer for hours.  The next morning I discovered my grandmother-in-law had kidney failure, and passed away in the night.

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     Another time my little brother purchased a 220 acre campground.  One day I went for a walk around the acreage with him.  As I reached a certain area, I sensed someone had been hurt or killed nearby.  Shocked, my brother looked at me and asked, "How did you know?"  Then he said that he was told someone had died on this land just before he bought it.

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     One evening our neighbor across the street came over all upset and before she told me what was wrong, a fear came over me and I asked her, "Did someone commit suicide?"  Shocked, she looked at me and said, "Yes, a friend of mine just killed himself!  How did you know?"

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     This particular message was the Lord preparing me for a future event.  While vacuuming my livingroom I heard in my head that my husband was going to quit his job and go back to school full-time.  I thought that was absurd and I ignored it.  I heard it again about a week later, also while doing housework, and never mentioned it to anyone.  Not a soul.  A couple weeks after that, my husband came home from work one day and told me to sit down, he had to talk to me.  Expecting me to get angry, he proceeded to say, "I have made arrangements to quit my job and take a one year fast-track course on updating my electronics degree.  I also checked and there are plenty of grants for married men with children!"  I sat and listened quietly, in shock.  He finally asked me what I thought expecting me to blow up, but I just said stunned, "I already knew!"

     "How could you know?  I haven’t told anyone about this!  No one!" he said.

     Then I told him, "The Lord told me twice in the last month while I was doing housework, that you were going to do this, so I’m prepared to accept it!"  My mate was shocked too.  He knew how frightened I got whenever he was out of work.  But this time, the Lord had prepared me before hand, so I just accepted my hubby’s news as God’s will.

 

     To sum up these past experiences, messages, feelings, warnings, whatever you decide to call them, I want to say again, learn to listen to the Spirit inside of you.  Verify it with prayer, the Word, even another Christian if you want.  But don’t, I repeat, don’t ever ignore the whispering voice of the Holy Spirit.

 

                            Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

 

1Cor.12:11, "All these are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he gives them to each one, just as he determines." (NIV) 

1Cor.12:11, "But one and the same Spirit works all these things, distributing to each one individually as He wills."  (NKJV)

 

1John 4:2+3, "This is how you can recognize the Spirit of God: Every spirit that acknowledges that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh, is from God, but every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus, is not from God.  This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world."  (NIV)

1John 4:2+3, "By this you know the Spirit of God: Every spirit that confesses that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is of God, and every spirit that does not confess that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is not of God.  And this is the spirit of the antichrist, which you have heard was coming, and is now already in the world." (NKJV) 

  

 

      

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Must Love Dogs-Two

 Dear Readers,

     I found a "Let’s lighten up!" story today about my granddog.  Hope you all enjoy reading it…

 

     MUST LOVE DOGS-TWO    Journal Entry 8-10-2012

 

     God knows we get great comfort from our little creatures, especially as seniors.  They fill the gap that is felt in our lives whenever we are alone.  Our latest 15 pounder was inherited by accident.

     My daughter moved into new housing, with animal restrictions.  Even though we already have a 12-year-old male Chihuahua named Paco, she asked me if I could keep her beloved little Schnauzer who is only two years old.  She knew we would take excellent care of him, and that our dog is getting old, and also our country lifestyle is better for him than being tied to a post all day.  Also, she could still see him once in awhile whenever she pined for her puppy.  So, reluctantly I accepted our granddog into our home.

     I kind of complained to the Lord a bit, but realized if the worst problem in my life was a second mammal mouth to feed, I was doing pretty well.  I didn’t imagine that I would fall in love with this small pedigree!  You see, our other dog is devoted to my hubby Cal.  He follows him everywhere he goes, rides in his truck, gets treats, and glues himself pretty much to Calvin’s leg.  Now, along comes this quite intelligent tiny Schnauzer who decides early on, that Nana is the "Free lap to jump into!"

     As a former breeder, I am the disciplinarian in the family, so very quickly he learned to walk beside me on a leash, sit, stay, be quiet, and go to bed at night without a sound.  (My daughter would be offended if I neglect to mention she trained him too.)  He’s so smart that when he barks a lot and gets the bark collar put on him, not a peep comes out of his mouth again until I remove it. 

     He also discovered that Nana gives treats and puts out all the food.  Since he came from a puppy mill where he would fight for evey bite of food or go hungry, it was difficult at first for him to share with our other dog.  But, he is a quick learner and respects our old timer, and they both romp and play all morning after feeding time.

     Now, for the sweet part.  I’m not used to a dog on my lap.  That has always been C.J.’s thing.  But when my little guy sits at my feet and patiently waits for me to tap my leg, which means it’s lap time on Nana, he excitedly jumps up and sits quietly, (because Nana needs quiet), and totally enjoys being cuddled.  We also take a two-mile walk together early every morning.  And, as a former trauma victim, even though I cover myself with the blood of Jesus and surround myself with angels every day, I draw great comfort from the small sense of security I get when I walk with a dog.

     To sum up this silly story, I find myself quite often saying, "Thank you Lord, for my sweet sweet little Grover!"

 

                                   Love in Christ,   Claire   xoxo 

 

  1 Tim 4:3, "For everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, because it is consecrated by the word of God and prayer."  (NIV)

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The Rain Storm

Dear Readers,

     I wrote this last Sunday after I took my morning walk at 6A.M.  It’s just a thought for today…

 

     The Rain Storm   Journal Entry August 5, 2012

 

     It rained last night.  We desperately needed the moisture.  Who would think, as a native New Englander, that the smell and feel of dampness would excite me so much?  Now, I can finally see why the farmers out here in the bible belt, pray so often.

     Saturday evening the storms came in three waves.  High winds, severe warnings, brutal clouds, and a lightning show like nothing I have ever seen.  Then came the downpours.  Just the way we needed it, in the late evening when the sun was gone, so it all was able to soak deeply into the dirt.  At midnight, I was on my front porch sweeping the leaves and enjoying the noise from it all.  In the early morn, there were even puddles on the road for my dog and I to stomp through, and a little water in the creek bed for the wild animals to drink.

     The frightening storms that the landowners wait for, finally hit us, after no rain for many weeks.  The farmers know!  Every drop of rain comes from God!  And, without it, they fail.  That’s total dependence on our God.  If we think about it, every single raindrop is from Him.  Every drop!

     Oh, I know the scientists might not agree with me, but the farmers do.  Living in the wide open state of Missouri has taught me about total dependency.  We can’t live without water and the Lord knows that.

     Personally, I have been praying for rain every day for over a month.  So simple a thing.  But, noone else on earth, even all the intellectuals walking around, has figured out how to make it rain.  Only God can accomplish that.  He is the Creator, and our Sovereign Master.  Only God can make it rain.

 

                           Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

 

     John 15:5b, "apart from Me, you can do nothing."  (NIV) 

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The Angelic Singer

Dear Readers,

     Here’s a little entry I came across and I wonder to this day, 20 years later, how this blessed child is doing with her music ministry…

 

     The Angelic Singer-  Journal Entry June 16, 1992

 

     I went to a Christian baby shower yesterday.  What a blessing.  It was small, just half a dozen ladies, but all born-again, spirit filled women sharing marriage problems, baby problems, and more.  I was so blessed.  I told one friend the tape she lent me has changed my life.  I also met a very troubled lady with more than her share of problems.  Amazingly, while we all prayed together, the Lord gave me two messages for her, even before she spoke with me.  "Your hubby needs deliverance and he is consumed with a guilt spirit," I told her the Lord laid on my heart during prayer. 

     I didn’t even know the man when I heard those messages and later found out that 12 years ago, when he was a pastor, his infant daughter got very ill and he refused to take her to a doctor, and just prayed for healing over her.  After several days, his wife took the child for medical care against his wishes, and found out the infant had Bacterial Spinal Meningitis.

     It was too late!  The damage to her body was irreversible.  Now, at 12 years old, the child can’t walk, she can’t even crawl.  But, she sings like an angel from heaven with her own words to every song.  Her father is still consumed with guilt. (Funny how the Lord told me that before his wife did.)

     My Spirit is already telling me this child has a very special relationship with Jesus, one that we should all have.  To look at her in pity or shame would be doing her an injustice.  Instead of praying for her, we should be praying with her and draw off her strong Spirit.

     Her father needs to stop feeling guilt about her condition and know that thousands of years ago, the Lord already knew this child would be like this!  It’s no surprise to Jesus!

     I work with a lot of special needs people and one thing I have noticed about all of them, their relationship with God is clean, unconditional, and free of doubt.  No intellectual interference gets into their Spirit.  God is no respecter of persons, but I know in my heart, He has a special place for them.  Noone should ever feel sorry for any handicapped person.

     When the child’s father starts feeling bad about himself, or guilt-ridden, he should hold both of her hands, and ask her to "Sing her prayers for him."  I’ll bet God would work a miracle for his family if he did that with her.

 

                             Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

James 5:10, "Humble yourselves before the Lord, and He will lift you up."  (NIV)

Colossians 3:16, "Let the word of Christ, dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God."  (NIV)

John 8:36, "So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed." (NIV) 

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