Monthly Archives: October 2012

The Illness

Dear Readers,

     Again, God changed my blog entry just before I entered it.  He told me to humble myself and blog this…

 

     THE ILLNESS   Journal Entry 10-31-2012

 

     I need prayer!  I’m frightened!  You would think at my age, fear would not grip me, but it has.  I have glaucoma and the doctor is having a problem getting the pressure in my eyes to come down.  To be facint the, "Silent blinder," is so strange to me because I have 20/20 vision in one eye, and 20/25 in the other.  But, both my sister and my mother were blind before they passed away.

     Yesterday, I asked for prayer from my friends at church.  Prayer to take away the fear, and to remove the genetic inheritance that brings blindness to my family.  Our group has been praying about breaking these family binds that hold us captive.

     I have always been blessed with excellent health, so I’m spoiled.  Loss of sight would stop my blog, which means so much to me.  To share this little column with the world, had been my God-given ministry for the last two years of my senior walk.

     So, I’m humbling myself and asking all of you for prayer support.  Even if you only mention me once to the Father, I know He will hear the prayer, because He says wherever two or more are gathered, He is there.

     Thank you all for reading.

               Love in Christ,    Claire  xoxo

 

PS  Please pray for all east coast Americans.

Mt. 18:20, " For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them."  (NIV)

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The Illness

Dear Readers,

     Again, God changed my blog entry just before I entered it.  He told me to humble myself and blog this…

 

     THE ILLNESS   Journal Entry 10-31-2012

 

     I need prayer!  I’m frightened!  You would think at my age, fear would not grip me, but it has.  I have glaucoma and the doctor is having a problem getting the pressure in my eyes to come down.  To be facint the, "Silent blinder," is so strange to me because I have 20/20 vision in one eye, and 20/25 in the other.  But, both my sister and my mother were blind before they passed away.

     Yesterday, I asked for prayer from my friends at church.  Prayer to take away the fear, and to remove the genetic inheritance that brings blindness to my family.  Our group has been praying about breaking these family binds that hold us captive.

     I have always been blessed with excellent health, so I’m spoiled.  Loss of sight would stop my blog, which means so much to me.  To share this little column with the world, had been my God-given ministry for the last two years of my senior walk.

     So, I’m humbling myself and asking all of you for prayer support.  Even if you only mention me once to the Father, I know He will hear the prayer, because He says wherever two or more are gathered, He is there.

     Thank you all for reading.

               Love in Christ,    Claire  xoxo

 

PS  Please pray for all east coast Americans.

Mt. 18:20, " For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them."  (NIV)

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The Illness

Dear Readers,

     Again, God changed my blog entry just before I entered it.  He told me to humble myself and blog this…

 

     THE ILLNESS   Journal Entry 10-31-2012

 

     I need prayer!  I’m frightened!  You would think at my age, fear would not grip me, but it has.  I have glaucoma and the doctor is having a problem getting the pressure in my eyes to come down.  To be facing the, "Silent Blinder," is so strange to me because I have 20/20 vision in one eye, and 20/25 in the other.  But, both my sister and my mother were blind before they passed away.

     Yesterday, I asked for prayer from my friends at church.  Prayer to take away the fear, and to remove the genetic inheritance that brings blindness to my family.  Our group has been praying about breaking these family binds that hold us captive.

     I have always been blessed with excellent health, so I’m spoiled.  Loss of sight would stop my blog, which means so much to me.  To share this little column with the world, had been my God-given ministry for the last two years of my senior walk.

     So, I’m humbling myself and asking all of you for prayer support.  Even if you only mention me once to the Father, I know He will hear the prayer, because He says wherever two or more are gathered, He is there.

     Thank you all for reading.

               Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

 

PS  Please pray for all east coast Americans.

Mt. 18:20, " For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them."  (NIV)

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The Patient

Dear Readers,

     This story is recent and quite precious to me…

 

     THE PATIENT  Journal Entry October 8, 2012

 

     Volunteer day today, and as usual, I prayed on my way into the hospital for God to show me if He needed me for a specific reason, and to point out to me what He wanted me to do.  And, the Lord did just that!

     Almost instantly, as I arrived at the hospital before anyone else in my section, a new young doctor approached me, "I have a suggestion for the volunteers today," he said, "There is a dieing patient in ICU.  His family can’t be there right now.  Could one of you sit with him for awhile?"

     "Absolutely!" I assured him and immediately felt this was the special task God wanted me to do this day.  "I will sit with him and I will pray for him too!" I informed the doctor.

     So, I immediately got my act together and finished my responsibilities and headed over to that unit.

     I told the head nurse about the doctor and his family requesting a volunteer to sit with him until relatives could get there.  The nurse had also been told to expect a volunteer.  When I arrived, the patient was alone and quite ill.

     I entered the room and immediately sensed the urgency, so I prayed, surrounded him with angels, and covered him with the blood of Jesus.  I sat down and read him a story, just in case he could still hear me.  I always carry a few in my smock pocket for just such an occasion.

     I continued to pray and read aloud until members of his family started to arrive.  They thanked me for staying, and for praying with him.  Then I left to go do my regular job, the P.O.P. cart (Pamper Our Patients), where I take goodies to all the patients throughout the hospital.

     Half way through my rounds, I was back in ICU where the head nurse immediately told me, "The patient just passed away!  His family is still in the ICU waiting room!"

     I went into the room and spoke to them, "It was my pleasure to sit and pray with him," I told his hurting family, "Remember, he’s not in any more pain!" 

     Then one of his relatives asked me, "What do we do now?"

     "I’m only a voluteer," I told them, "But, I will get someone to help you!  The head nurse will know."  They declined offers of help after that, but I left feeling like the Lord had given me a small extra task today, and hopefully I didn’t fail to please my God.

     I continue to find it amazing, at this late stage in my life, how God uses me if I just ask Him to, and then follow through on my task.  

 

                                    Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

 

James 4:17, "Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn’t do it, sins."  (NIV)

Mark 11:24, " Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours." (NIV)

       

      

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The Testimony

Dear Readers,

     This story was a testimony that I was asked to give at a friend’s church one Sunday back in 1998…

 

     The Testimony   Journal Entry, February 1998

 

     First, let me say, I’m not so sure that I can add to the tremendous faith I already sense is in this little church, but here goes…

 

     If I could say one thing to a baby Christian it would be to, "Stay faithful, be patient, and hang in there.  I repeat, "STAY FAITHFUL, BE PATIENT, AND HANG IN THERE!"

     There is not one single prayer that goes unanswered.  I could go on and on about the endless answers to prayers in my life, like when my sister and her husband separated and she prayed faithfully every day for him to return, and ten years later he came home and is now a beautiful example of a Christian husband.

     Or, I could mention my daughter, who prayed faithfully on her knees for God to get her a nice little home, at an affordable price, with a small piece of land and lots of privacy.  She actually wrote a letter to God with her basic necessities and held it up to Him, on her knees everyday.  Her wants were humble, and she desperately needed to leave her existing apartment.  She stayed faithful, and patient, and she hung in there.

     One day her hubby, found an empty little four room ranch house in Brookfield not far from where they were living.  But the price was to high, in the $90’s.  They continued to look at other houses and made several offers in the $70’s and $80’s price range (dangerously high for their modest income).  A young family of four can easily get in over their heads today.  But, she remained faithful and patient and asked the Lord to stop every offer if it was wrong.  Lots of offers fell through, but she continued to "Hang in there." 

     Time passed and it got very stressful for them, but still she got on her knees daily with her letter to God and asked for His control to continue.  The little four room house her mate stumbled on never sold and eventually went to foreclosure and auction.  She decided to submit a ridiculous bid of $58,000 and to everyone’s surprise, the bank accepted the bid and her family moved in last December.  She reread her letter to God and everything she asked for was there.  From two acres of land, to lots of privacy, to a big bright sunny kitchen.

     Well, back to my own answers.  Calvin spent the last several months of his life in horrendous pain in both of his shoulders.  At first he tried to ignore it, but his job irritated his rotator cuff tears in both shoulders, to the point of unbearable pain.  In the spring of 1997 I started to pray, "Please God, take away Calvin’s shoulder pain," every day on my knees.  I stayed faithful even though some days it seemed like God wasn’t listening.  C.J.’s pain didn’t let up.

     Two MRI’s later the doctors told him he needed surgery on both shoulders. (Rotator cuff surgery is considered right at the top of the most painful surgeries list.)  That meant several more months of endless pain ahead of him.  I continued to pray.  I kept telling myself, as Cal went through day after day of agonizing discomfort, not to give up.

     Months passed, and so did the first surgery.  Six weeks in a sling and he still couldn’t sleep, couldn’t find a comfortable position, couldn’t sit, couldn’t lay down, couldn’t walk for long, and the pain stayed agonizing.  Even two months past his first surgery there was still no let up.

     After one surgery and some therapy, the second surgery was scheduled, and still no relief in either shoulder.  The week before his second surgery was horrible.  Fear, pain, and exhaustion gripped Cal’s every moment.  "Please God," I begged, "Cut him a break!  He can’t stand the pain any longer!  Please Father, please!"

     The second surgery passed, with more unbelievable torment.  I asked the nurses about it and was told again, "This surgery is on the top of the pain list, even worse than open heart surgery!"  Also, this time Cal requested no morphine because it made him vomit so much on his last surgery.

     And then, suddenly, he seemed more comfortable coming out of this second operation.  I continued to beg God for relief for him, and told myself to be patient, as C.J. constantly complained about the excruciating pain continually in both shoulders.  Vigilantly I prayed, even though I was totally discouraged and found myself reluctantly going to my knees each day.  "Stay faithful," I told myself.  "Stay faithful," my daughter reinforced in me as she reminded me daily about the months of prayer it took before God finally gave her a house.

     Then, one morning, about a month past his second surgery, I got a phone call at work from Calvin, "Sweetie," he said all excited, "You’ll never believe it!  I woke up this morning and the pain was gone from both my shoulders!"

     "What?  What did you say?" I asked in shock.

     "The pain," he repeated, "It’s gone from both of my shoulders!"

     I was so excited I kept asking, "Are you sure?  Are you sure?"  And he repeated, "It’s gone!  It’s gone!  From both shoulders!"

     I had waited for almost a whole year to hear him say those words, getting discouraged many times, but I stayed faithful.  I knew the Lord was hearing me!

     Why it went on so long only God knows.  Maybe to build our faith, to humble both of us, to teach us patience, to get this testimony to this little church, I don’t know.  All I know is, the pain is gone!

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     It’s now February, Cal has some rehabilitation discomfort, but the original unbearable agony never returned.  C.J. is finally able to sleep, and do all the things he often wondered if he would ever be able to do again.

     So, to end this long story I just want to reiterate, "STAY FAITHFUL, BE PATIENT, AND HANG IN THERE!"  The Lord hears you, really!  He does!  Every prayer, every day!  But, it takes time.  God’s time!

 

                            Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

 

Romans 15:5, " Now may the God of patience and comfort grant you to be like-minded toward one another, according to Jesus Christ."  (NKJV)

Romans 15:5. "May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus."  (NIV)

 

James 1:4, "But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing."  (NKJV)

James 1:4, "Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."  (NIV) 

      

 

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The Prayer Word

Dear Readers,

     I have had some inquiries about this story that I blogged back in October of 2011, so I decided to reblog it… 

 

     THE PRAYER WORD   Journal Entry 1977

 

     "Abbalee" I heard over and over in my head.  The strange word jumped into my prayers and occasionally into my conversations.  "What could it mean?" I wondered as it continued to happen.

     As I look back now, I remember that for several months I had been praying for the gift of tongues.  I had been baptized in the Holy Spirit previously, but no tongue gift, that so often follows, was experienced.  Many strange sounds had filled my head that day, but I didn’t understand enough about this newly discovered part of my Christianity.

     Then one day this single word, "ABBALEE," filtered into my daily prayers.  For several weeks this went on until finally I decided to mention it to another Christian, "Do you suppose this word could be the start of my prayer language?" I confided.

     "I don’t know!  Why don’t you ask God?" I was told.

     My intellect would not let me believe it.  I needed more proof.  Doubting Thomas had nothing on me!  So, I decided to research this unorthodox expression.  Asking questions to many different clergymen, hunting bible dictionaries and more, surfaced part of an answer.  One pastor volunteered a comment, "Abba means Father in Hebrew, but I don’t know what "Lee" means.  Could it possibly be two words instead of one?" he asked.

     I continued my search with that thought in mind.  Discovering that Abba meant Father, had convinced me that it was a spiritual word.  I wanted to know more!

     My hunting paid off.  A bible dictionary revealed to me that a "Lee or Lea" was a dreg of wine in bible times, and wine is the symbol for the Holy Spirit.  Together I deduced that wine symbolizing the Holy Spirit, and Abba meaning Father, had to mean prayer or conversation between the Father and the Holy Spirit, through me!

     At that point I decided to free my speech over to God, finally not doubting the words were from Him, and so began my prayer language.

     Daily I prayed, "Abbalee, Abbalee, Abbalee," and I just kept saying it over and over.  Within a short period of time, more unknown words began to flow freely through my lips.  Prayer between the Father and the Holy Spirit, foreign prayer to me, for whatever reason God heard from His Spirit, prayer I knew nothing about.  For people in need maybe?  Needs I didn’t know, but God did!  He used my mind and my tongue to connect in prayer for any reason He wanted. 

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     The Living Lord has continued to do this almost daily in my life for about twenty years now.  Something has changed though since the beginning.  Something quite profound! 

     After experiencing several manifestations, I started asking the Lord to reveal to me knowledge of what my tongue and mind were being used for.  "Please Lord," I prayed, "Let me know what’s going on sometimes.  Thank you Father, in Jesus’s name I pray, amen."

     And He did!  Not every time, but sometimes.  And, I seem to know when it’s been revealed to me, that I was praying for that particular situation.

     It goes sort of like this.  Prayer language words will pour out of my mouth and continue, often for hours at a time.  When I finally get a break, I’ll ask God for a word of wisdom or a sign of what’s going on, and shortly after, usually that same day, a troubled person, or a trauma, or a salvation, or an illness, or whatever event, will be revealed to me.

     Here’s an example.  This happened just yesterday…

1.  The prayer outpouring came with no warning.

2.  The request from me.

3.  The revelation revealed.  A call from my daughter disclosed her company asked all employees to take a voluntary lay off.  She was very upset in the morning meeting at work, as she just bought a new car and was planning on house hunting.  She broke down in tears at the meeting, which embarressed her in front of all her peers at the thought of losing her income.  (She never did get laid off.) 

     Here’s another example that happened very late one night years ago…

1.  The prayer outpouring for hours.

2.  The request for wisdom from me.

3.  The revelation.  A dawn phone call from 2200 miles away that our Memei had passed away.  It happened during the late night hours.  Not understanding why, my in-laws said she was very peaceful at the end and she put her rosary beads away saying she no longer needed them.  She always had them in her hands for many many years.  My in-laws couldn’t understand why she did that, but I knew she found Jesus before she died.

     These profound prayer experiences are often accompanied with warmth and peace and also a loud humming sound in my ears that blocks out all surrounding noise.  At first, I hid them from everyone but my mate.  Now, I share them and use them as a witness to show people that God is alive and real and working in the world today.  I’m not always believed when I mention these revelations, but that’s okay because I didn’t believe either, until I researched, tested, and learned for myself.

     We live in a very intellectual age.  Doubting is a lifestyle.  But, we tend to forget who gave us our intellect!  God continues to show Himself over the ages, no matter how educated we get.

                             Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

 Hebrews 13:8, " Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever."  (NKJV)

 

      

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The Fast

Dear Readers,

     Wow, this is a new direction for me!  But, the Spirit keeps telling me to enter last week’s journal entry.  So, I’m blogging an entry that seems to be opposite to what scripture tells me to do.  But, I have to do what I am told or this weekly blog site will fail…

 

     THE FAST   Journal Entry, September 27, 2012

 

     My hubby and I decided to try something different today.  Fasting!  It’s new to us, but I have read a bunch about it lately and it seems to get God’s attention, so here goes…

     When I read that you don’t have to fast just food, since I have a bad colon problem, I became intrigued.  "We can give up pleasures too!" the article reiterated.  So, I asked my man if he would give up internet and TV with me for 24 hours.  "Sure!" he said as sweetly as usual.  So we set sunrise today until sunrise tomorrow as our fasting period. 

5:30A.M.

     First thing, I rolled out of bed and onto my knees.  The prayers also rolled out of my mouth, "Please help my daughter find a job, Lord, she needs a job badly.  And help my grandson with his car accident and all the complications connected to it.  Also, for our country, please control the outcome of the very important upcoming election.  Our church too Lord, has so very many illnesses going on, please take control of all of them, amen."

7A.M.

     We started our day with a daily devotional.  Afterwards, during breakfast, I thought how easy it was to reach for food and have it right there at my fingertips.

     As I sat in my extremely quiet livingroom, my mind filled up with all kinds of thoughts.  The Holocaust was one.  I remember watching movies where all the Jews were kicked out of their homes and pushed into the ghetto.  They lost everything, houses, businesses, personal belongings, food, children, and eventually their lives.  All they could take was one suitcase of stuff.  And then, the Nazis moved right into their beautiful homes, as quickly as they pushed the Hebrews out.

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     Joplin filled my thoughts as well.  Wondering how in a split second, so many of my neighbors, lost everything they had, and everything they worked for was gone in the blink of an eye.

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8A.M.

     An appointment at 8:30 helped pass some time.  I read a lot, prayed a lot, especially for my daughter’s job needs.  When I was alone though, I talked to God.  I thought about my husband C.J. and how few material things he ever asks for, like new sneakers for Christmas, or little tools for his barn.  My hubby grew up in poverty, so he knows what it is like to go without, to only have one set of underwear and have to wash them out in the sink every night before school in the morning, to finish supper and still want more, to survive on hand-me-downs.  He slept in a room with a bunch of brothers, and grew up without a father image.

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     At my haircutting appointment, I rambled on and on to my hairdresser about God’s path for our lives.  What was that about?  I usually just listen as she talks and updates me on things. 

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12:30P.M.

     Well, I’ve read every single article in my monthly devotional, this month, all of them about prayer.  One in particular entitled, "21 DAYS"  (In Touch Ministries–Author Patrick Wood) set me to wondering.  It tells a true story of a young man in a coma after a car accident, who had no hope of survival.  His mother told of a past experience, shortly after his birth, when he got an infection and wasn’t expected to survive.  So, she went into prayer and on the 21st day, the infant recovered.  She decided to do the 21 days of prayer again, as he lay in a coma from his car wreck.  To everyone’s amazement, on prayer day 21, his brain pressure dropped and he awoke from his coma.

     "Should we do this with our young friend, who is having a brain tumor radiated every day, and he is only 40 years old, with no hope of recovery?  Many people and churches are praying for healing for this young man.  Lord, should we set up a group to pray for him for 21 days?"  I think I’ll just do it with Cal, and start today.

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     Well, our day pretty much passed as usual with us looking for other things to do.  I never realized how much time TV and internet use up.  We both talked to the Boss on and off all day.

     Oh, one more thing.  My daughter called today and she has a company interested in her that has a graphic artist management position opening up.  We’ll know more in a few days.  Wouldn’t that be great?

                       Love in Christ,    Claire  xoxo

 

Mt.6:16-18, "When you fast, do not look somber as the hypocrites do, for they disfigure their faces to show men they are fasting.  I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full.  But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that it will not be obvious to men that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you."  (NIV) 

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