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My Christmas Story

Dear Readers, 

     I hope this story brings a little joy to your lives… 

 

     MY CHRISTMAS STORY   Journal Entry- January 3, 1992

 

     I heard a beautiful Christmas story today that I would like to share.  A man in his forties boarded my city bus.  Making small talk, I asked him, "Did you have a nice Christmas?"

     "Oh yes, it was really special!" he told me excitedly, and then he sat close by.  An incredible narration unfolded.  It seems ten years ago he lost his three children.  He was an alcoholic, with a runaway wife, and his three offspring, two girls and a boy, were taken and put into foster care at eight, nine, and ten years old.  Soon after, they were adopted and raised, by a couple who took all three of them.  He lost touch with his kids after that.

     Years passed and he cleaned himself up and got sober as well, but he never stopped thinking about his children.  Eventually he rebuilt his life and remarried a woman who had two children of her own.

     Then, one day just before Christmas, a phone call came from out of the past.  When he said hello he heard one of his daughters speak, "Could I speak to John Smith please!" 

     "This is John!" he answered unsuspectingly.

     "Daddy, this is Emily!"  We would like to come down to spend this Christmas with you.  Would that be okay?" his daughter asked.  Shock came over this changed man.  John couldn’t believe his ears.  After ten long years of wondering where they were, his children had found him.

     "Yes, yes!" he shouted still in shock.  "Come down!  I would love to see all of you!"  They soon arrived from their trip and brought a carload of gifts for him and his stepchildren.  They brought their dad fishing equipment, because they remembered how he used to take them fishing all the time when they were young.

     His children had grown and matured to 18, 19, and 20 years old.  His son grew to be over six feet tall, and his two daughters were now beautiful young women.  After the holidays they decided to visit each other more often and keep in touch by phone regularly. 

     "Oh yes, my Christmas was very special indeed!" John told me as I approached his bus stop, and then he said good bye.  Mr. Smith has no idea how much he made my day!   (Journal Entry-January 1992)

 

                              Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

PS I’m taking a break from blogging for a couple of weeks.  A blessed Merry Christmas to all of you.  My prayers are with the people of Newtown, Connecticut.  I have lots of relatives in that state. 

 

 

 

      

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The Miracle

Dear Readers,

     I think I witnessed a miracle last week…

 

     THE MIRACLE     Journal Entry 12-9-12   

 

     I think I witnessed a miracle!  Last Wednesday I was walking in the field in front of my house, praying as usual.  A small white plane (1940’s vintage I found out later) passed over and suddenly the engine began to sputter and choke.  I looked up and muttered to myself, "Oh boy, I think he’s in trouble!" 

     It sputtered once more and then silence.  As he turned in a circle over the field across the street, he started descending and barely passed over the roof of the little mission church across from our house.  I ran from the pasture to our barn where my hubby was working and shouted, "Get in the truck!  I think I just saw a plane go down and land in the field behind the church!"  My mate looked at me like I was crazy, but we headed out to search the farm fields that surround us.  The one behind the church was empty, but the next glebe revealed the plane grounded and lying on one wing, landing gear and propeller shattered.  We also noticed pieces of treetops all over our street, and a power line was down in the pasture as well.  When we reached the pilot we asked if he was okay and he nodded yes.  He walked away with only a few bruises, aches and pains.

     As we watched all the emergency vehicles come and go over the next couple hours, I realized how blessed that gentleman was.  The emergency responders told me after I gave them my statement, that if he hit both the power and the ground lines, he could have exploded into flames, or been electrocuted.  

     When the pilot returned the next day with a crew of men to take the airplane apart to transport it home, I went over and gave him some pictures I had taken of the crash.  As busy as they were, I looked at him and said, "Am I the only one here who sees what a miracle it is that you are alive?"  He kind of looked at me uncomfortably and didn’t comment, but he was grateful for the pictures I gave him.

     Somehow I know, when he catches his breath, he’ll realize how blessed he is to still be alive.  Most people don’t walk away from a plane crash!  I wonder how many times we all come close to death, and don’t even realize it?

 

                                 Love in Christ,   Claire xoxo

 

PS  A small Cessna plane exploded into flames and crashed in Florida the following Saturday, December 8, 2012.  That pilot was killed.  (Same concept, different plan from God!)

John 2:23, "Now while he was in Jerusalem at the Passover Feast, many people saw the miraculous signs he was doing and believed in his name."  (NIV) 

 

      

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A Kettle of Love

Dear Readers,

      When I was quite ill, I received this gift from a loved one…

 

     A KETTLE OF LOVE   October-1994 

 

     A kettle of love sat on my range, I could hardly breathe,

     A kettle of love, it smelled so good, if I could only wake up to eat,

     A kettle of love, chicken was it’s base, every morning I rose, to fill my face,

     A kettle of love, was prepared for me, I ate and I slept and I healed,

     A kettle of love sat in my fridge, each day disappearing a smidge,

     And finally I recovered, all with the help of that kettle of love!

 

                                          Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

 

     Hosea 11:4, "I led them with cords of human kindness, with ties of love; I lifted the yoke from their neck and bent down to feed them." 

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